Still They Come
A poem about my life’s path and calling.
This path has cost me dear.
A lifetime searching for the truth.
Blind alleys and faithless lovers,
loss upon loss…
ridicule and scorn,
on the journey to myself.
Still the fire raged.
Many times I prayed for release,
this scalded skin / my torment
fastened my will to greater things.
When brought to my knees
I rose again
I knew no other way.
Oh, to know the security of ignorance.
The bliss of fitting in,
blinkered to the world
and all its pain.
A pit pony instead of
the canary in the coal mine.
It never could be…
I chose this path before I came.
When I resided with the stars
and deep compassion sent me here
to try in my brokenness
to reach out
to those who felt in need of love…
sharing that empathic bond
through self reflection.
embracing the last quadrant
of my medicine wheel.
Chastened by circumstance
and the hidden power and beauty
(because it always comes gift-laden)
I remain in service to the people.
My Red Road has forged a heart
that loves deeply with no restraint.
That sees the light in others
and strives to help them shine.
So still they come…
and I am at last