Tony Voss
In the gardens of the seminary
We walk the modest labyrinth, a path
Bricked in the sandy grass, a pilgrimage
In miniature. There are no dead-ends here,
This is not a maze: one way will lead you,
Even though, as you approach, you may think
That you’re losing your way, to the still heart.
There turn around and wind back to the brink.
I will come back to walk the labyrinth
One day, when the grass is green, the earth
Is rich, the bricks are bright and clean, the trees
In leaf and bloom and filled with singing birds.
No detours, no deceptions: remember,
A labyrinth is not a maze. My way
Will be along the new familiar path
To the still welcome heart. And there I’ll stay.
Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 15 September 2022