Pointing the way.
Frozen grass on the meadow.
Creek running thin beneath a skin of ice.
Steps crack.
Break, mend, move again.
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Geese overhead, calling across the cold. They are intent on a destination I do not know.
Let me trust my steps, Lord. Let the geese point me toward what is new.
– from the mountain
Consider:
Can I trust your guidance, Lord?
Reading:
“No one can tell what goes on in the between-places, where the wild geese go.” — Barry Lopez
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“Keep your mind in the present, your heart in the eternal, and your feet on the road.” — John of the Cross
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“For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing.” — Isaiah 55:12 (KJV)
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