The land of forsaken
Is a barren position.
Hearts are hardened.
Resistance cuts off…
Communication.
Our structures of life.
How much light
Are we willing
To let in,
To come back to a place
Of acceptance
And relating?
The land of forsaken
Is a place of lost hearts,
Somewhere in shadows,
Hidden,
Beauty none the less, this fog and watery bramble.
In the wilderness
Of conscience,
Forgotten.
Rhododendren Path
Love calls out,
But there is no answer,
For too great
Is the darkness.
Life can be a rock, too.
Eyes are closed,
Ears won’t hear,
The plea of sincerity,
Love’s call to come back
To relating.
How beautiful the light that gives life.
So the light of life
Waits,
In the quiet landscape
Of patience.
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