Will you walk with me
in this forest of life?
Sometimes I get lost
not seeing the wholeness.
Moving through the
intricate myriad of chaos,
I get stuck in the stories.
Losing the very fabric of
who I am, as anger
takes hold, or jealousy
rears it’s ugly head.
As selfishness gores me,
impaling me to ‘things.’
Perhaps you can hold
my hand, like a parent
guiding their child.
Let me relish that hand,
for it is Love encased
in a palm with five fingers.
May I hold it tight,
till I am ready to let go?
Till I also become Love,
and losing myself is a gift,
a pointer to an opening,
to a door back home.
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