Dark sunrise    Moon at noonday          Long dusty path ahead

Forests ablaze with starlight    Pole star above and below          Heart ember finally glows

Companions etched in stone    No end to this story          Hold on in the storm

Journeyman’s log.  I am exhausted.  Seeking to refuel my Spirit.  This will be greatly aided by shoring up my aching body.  Fanning the ember.  Soot.  Smoke.  A little warmth.  A little folding of the hands to rest.  The Journey has been difficult yet has yielded a little fruit.  Progress for progress’ sake.  Desiring to get out of this cave and take sight of the refreshing sky.  Oh do I want to breath deeply.  The sleeper still slumbers.  When will he wake up?

“Listen—are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?” ~Mary Oliver

Angels Administer Psyche’s Love    Cherubic Healing Deep          Doves feed the wounded

Sleep the gathering ache    Lulled by Divine amore          Deep in the ground I’m planted