The Labyrinth

The Labyrinth

Deborah Beach Giordano
© May 28, 2010

Following
the well-worn path
where ancient feet have trod,

hearing echoes
in the marble tiles
of their silent footsteps.

All is still and quiet
in awe of the divine mystery
abiding within this place.

A sighing bus delivers
a band of pilgrims
seeking holy wisdom

as was promised
would be discovered
in a twenty-minute visit.

Noisy conversation,
laughter and cheerful shouts
is hushed by the shadows.

Civility descends,
shoving ceases,
patience is born.

In the darkness
they see each other
for the first time.

Time ceases,
schedules are forgotten,
the journey is all there is.

Some hurry toward the finish,
passing each stage
with a glance,

keeping their heads down
always careful
to stay within the lines.

Others stroll peacefully,
taking note of their surroundings,
admiring every step of the way,

treating time itself
as a sacrament
too precious to overlook.

There are those who sit and watch;
absorbed by others’ journeys,
learning lessons from afar.

Is the labyrinth
a race to be run,
a task to accomplish,
a treasure to find,
a discovery,
an experience,
an embodied prayer?

And what of life?

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I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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