What is the road home for a north-fledged bird?
A thousand miles of pathless sky.
Open ocean beneath her straining wings.
What miracle is her safe arrival?
A cat was stranded, his plaintive mews unheard.
He made his way home, unaided, through the dry
pathless desert past the tombs of kings.
Who would have guessed at his survival?
Salmon struggle upstream, undeterred
by waterfalls-- as though fish could fly.
From pathless seas, these river homecomings
feats of navigation otherwise unrivalled.
Human souls are guided by the Word
yet still we struggle, and yet still we cry:
The world is pathless, and we are wandering!
Watch fish and cats and birds, and marvel.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
The Road Home
Labels:
poetry,
rimas dissolutas
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