as eyes strain in the darkness
to read a creased, brittle fragment of a Map…
as bared feet stumble on this stony path,
and outstretched hands find only Empty…
brilliant Sunlight gleams on our wake,
but filters only a single step into the Future.
some attempt escape, running back to
their familiar territory in the Sun.
their souls will shrivel after a time.
we cannot Survive back there.
it is not a place for the Breathing.
we can only choose Forward.
at points during the Journey,
all of Life will darken without Warning,
burning a spotlight to illuminate only your Soul.
you have no voice in this.
“FEEL!” commands Life,
and then chooses…
thrusting a scorching spear into your Soul,
infusing your Breath with heroic fire…
it is this last one I Live for.