Nov 24
Wanderlust
wanderer inscribed on my palm
journey on the soles of my feet
pushed out of the garden of perfection
the Creator has sent me forth
the simple equations of time and space
linger on the edges of my dreams
the thin veneer of the door
the veiled light through the window
primitive migration pulls at my heart
movement lies within my joints
the twitching of muscles—restlessness
the ordained pathway lies before me
I open my hands— unlatch the window
my feet bare for the holy way
the crooked road lies before me
and I must travel on
Pamela Olson, 11/24/08
For the Monday Mural prompt
by Poefusion
Image by TitaRa2007 “Imagination”
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Pam, this is beautiful and my favorite read. In your poem, I feel such trust in a spiritual journey. Your words pull me in and make me want to wander along this path as well. Well done. Have a nice day.
I could not let go of the thought that your words rang true.