PATH

The map was traced upon our palms, 
it is said; the routes carved
into the bones in our feet; every pause
in this mortal, earthbound
journey etched into the ground and
rocks we would stop upon;
each fount and feast conjured from the
earth as we sow and reap. 

Yet, she felt the path upon her ancient
soul, its curves and inclines
reaching through her veins into her heart,
its camber sloping as Earth's
own course, its byways leading to leafed
cathedrals that speak wisdom,
exhorting one to keep in step with the
Seasons, to read their breath and colours.

She took her first steps upon the grass,
along a rill that echoed 
her laughter. An inner voice called her to 
communion with the elements, 
to prayer under the stars and song with 
the larks at daybreak. 
From blossoms and trees she learned her 
ways, from breezes and sunshine, 
from clouds and rain, 
living as her inmost script ordained.

Such reverence of Nature consternated
one and all. Her impious ways
they would not countenance, nor she their
censure. This defiant child 
they confined in blackness, bereft of her
true Mother, for to break her
will in lonely seclusion.

Light shall ever triumph, it is said. A pure
white flame burned in her being,
consuming the darkness with a fierceness
earthly eyes had never before beheld.
Brighter it burned, ever whiter,
lighter, rising upon waves of Love, melding
at last with the Light that loved her.

The wind now blows softer where she lived,
and the rain falls gentler, for her
footprints to preserve upon the Spirit's path.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: CALLER HERRIN

Source: www.liveinternet.ru

Artist: John Everett Millais