This week I had the urge to publish another poem written by Dorothy Walters*. Searching through posts to find which poem I had already published so as not to duplicate, I was gobsmacked to see that it was a year ago that her poem appeared – November 30, 2012.
This poem is for you if encroaching daily darkness makes you sad, a miserable cold is sapping all your energy, or holiday planning thus far seems a burden.
EVEN IF YOU HAVE TRUDGED
It is never too late.
Even if you have trudged
through snow and ice for a thousand miles
and still have not arrived.
Even if the map is lost
and the compass broken.
When the eagle who is
supposed to guide you
goes off on a tangent
of its own
and you know you are,
once again, deserted
do not fall into
the pit of despair.
It will return,
brighter than ever.
There will be feather tokens
falling down.
Nothing is irredeemable.
Nothing is lost forever.
Be guided by the stars.
Let the moonlight
direct your steps.
There will be a path
which will open
in the forest.
The treasure which is yours
is waiting.
Thanks for exploring the mystery – Nicky Mendenhall
*The Ley Lines of the Soul (2012), Dorothy Walters. Used with permission.