3 Sacred Path

At day’s end,

I am often frazzled, depleted.

They say the personality disintegrates

in small children when they are tired.

I, too, feel like this at times.

At day’s end,

Sometimes I walk the labyrinth.

taking off my shoes, I slow down.

I enter sacred space, enjoying soft music

letting the path carry me.

The path winds

Around and back and forth, and I begin to unwind.

My frazzled spirit dissolves as

sweet loving presence caressing my soul.

I reach the center

and know I am not alone.

God is present there for me.

I sit, kneel, or even lay flat on the cloth, resting in God.

Dancing Spirit of Love, entwining with me.

When I rise, I long to dance.

So I twirl on the path out, dancing with God

aware of love before and behind, moving within me.

Preparing and then re-entering

the dance of love in this everyday journey of mine.

Now I smile. I am at peace.

By Nancy Flinchbaugh