Journey of Spirit

A necessary journey long delayed.

Dawn golden bright
Creeping upward thru the trees
Air crisp and chill

Standing alone in sadness, the mind joyfully reviews
Spirit impatient, soars in hope and healing
Far too long delayed
The Time for spirits' journey near at hand

All that's left is to reach that sacred spot.
The meeting of Eagle to guide and supplicant Wolf
Ever wondering am I worthy
Reminiscing along the way of things left undone
Of things left unsaid, of Silver Chain binding so taunt
The love that cuts so sharp
"You're getting to be a grouchy old b*****d, Dad!"
That beautiful golden smile!



Winding road meanders
Through low valleys
Beside rushing water
Up steep mountain side
Higher and higher towards the clouds

Amidst the rock at the foot of the path
The Eagle awaits
No words spoken for none are needed
With the first step the path of release begins




Old knees shriek at the abuse
Breath comes hard
Fingers scrape and bleed
Pain slashes an old man's body
Every stumble, every fall
Rage at Life's unfairness
Silently tears fall
Assaulting each stone, each obstacle
Seeking vengeance
Always asking
Why?
Why a beautiful Spirit's Time cut so short?

Silently the Eagle leads
No helping hand offered
None expected
This climb up steep mountain side
To be made unassisted

Time existed not
Nothing existed other than
The next upward step
How long? Who knows?
For he did not

Bruised, battered, and bleeding
Gasping for breath that would not come
Lying upon hard, cold ground
Slowly awareness returned
The Sun stood low against the western range
Silent, unmoving Eagle sat nearby waiting
Waiting to guide the next step

Struggling to stand
Old man follows
Thru dense trees only to pause
Before a wall of moss covered stone
Clear water trickles down
Into a shallow bowl just at the foot
No words are spoken
The meaning is so evident

As Man comes into Gaia's world
So it is old man enters the pool
Cold air raises a forest of goose bumps
Piercing cold water cuts with a thousand knives

Shivering, dirt and blood is washed away
Rage and vengeance disappears
Only to be replaced with longing
Longing to feel the forgiveness
Longing to feel the love

Once again Eagle guides
Into the Circle surrounded
Protected by stone and tree
Here, here it is the true journey begins

Sun slips from view
Dusk prevails

Lying naked upon Gaia's flesh
Time has no meaning
Now the mind, the body struggles
To ignore Cold, Thirst, and Hunger
Now comes release
Release from the confines of this Side

Soaring, streaking thru the vastness of the Otherside
The spirit of shimmering blues continues on

Then in the distance the one sought is found
Glowing golden and bright that spirit approaches
Brilliant gold and shimmering blues collide
Swirling, blending, melding
As if never parted
Joy, for there are no other words to describe

Unspoken words, thoughts flow
Shared without hindrance
Understanding so perfect
Meaning so clear

"Not yet, Dad, but soon!"

Day by day, the Silver Chain that binds
Grows shorter and shorter

"Soon, my Son, soon!"

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"You maybe an advancer or a street sweeper, but sooner or later you dance with the Reaper."

Christopher Nathaniel
8/7/1986-12/7/2005

Reviews

[AJChallenger]

I would suggest adding periods and commas. As it stands we only stop a few times, like with the question mark. We don't stop at the end of each line, like many people think, but rather stop when you place a sentence ending tool. This is interesting, I enjoyed the read.

[Ruby Moon]

welcome back my friend...
welcome back for now
^-^

[Lady Raven Spirit]

Love is eternal. It simply never ends. It is the foundation of all that exists through time and beyond. It connects flesh and spirit, time and space, body and soul, all else is drek. It is so good to see you writing again.