Poems of the Week

Every Step is Holy

The journey from known

to unknown, from the

unreal to the real, is rarely

revealed in advance.

The potholes, detours,

false starts, and quick

retreats are each honorable,

and even needed in the bigger

scheme, in the forest that can't

be seen between the trees.

It took years for me to realize

that the very twists and turns

and shadows I labeled "problems"

were really sacred ground,

grace disguised as obstacles,

the whole path a pilgrimage,

mysteries baring themselves

before me all along the way.

 --Danna Faulds