The Path

when I take my mind,
to my soul’s eye-
see my life,
in the simple measures-
of being,
far from the complexities-
my mind creates for me,
if the choices that rise-
with my waking speak,
breath to prayer-
prayer to mantra,
mantra to truth-
what strengthens me,
to hold close to my-
life’s purpose,
not listening to the naysayers,
when I see the signs-
without letting judgment appear,
when I take the wise way-
into my heart,
surrendering it all,
even when uncertain comes,
trying to steer me clear-
from my quest path,
what comes to my heart,
the opening to my soul’s work-
some things are clear and sure,
some things unknown and dark,
the ease of my steps,
when courage comes-
toe to toe-
with the storm that approaches,
it touching my breath,
I see the sun gleaming,
behind it all.
walk through dear one,
love that abides-
that is inside,
protects you-
you are the voice,
that cries, whispers, weeps, shouts,
and sings-
I often begin with nothing,
sometimes everything,
it all spiraling and winding-
to touch the path-
I am meant to meet.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Heart's Calling