Path of the Hero

A journey through life and nature

Scarlet, gold and lavender air
will soon fade off to sleep-
submitting to the darkness
that promises to come.

Cautiously creeping along
the twisted narrow path,
my feet crunch crimson,
brass and rust stained leaves
as though they were tissue paper.

Haunting howls dance on the
smoke-like mist of imagination
and suddenly I'm lost within the dense
accusing forest of past memories.

While the biting wind nips my nose,
I hide in the hollows of a rock wall
and rub my hands to stay warm-
reflecting on the dimming visions
that once were so deeply embedded
within my heart.

Sharp musty odors
mixed with the teasing quiet whispers
try to tether my mind to reality;
but my Hero calls and comes to me
on His galloping horse
to restore my honor and sight.

With the sands of time ceased
and my mind restored,
I find the path of purpose
that will delight and glorify Him.