I follow crumbs at
Dusk along the damp 
Earth. Will tomorrow’s 
I wish I had your
Wings, could soar free and
See the water, the
Moon reflected whole.
Instead it’s like a
Maze of green hedges,
Young Alice meets the
Minotaur. The night’s
Labyrinth fills me
With echoes and 
Trembling, but honeyed
Manna sweetens the
Amber sky, fireflies
Tracing your shadow’s 
Whispers in the warm
Womb of evening light.

Featured image by Joe from Pixabay

Lauren H. White
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3 thoughts on “Nightwatch

  1. Lauren – I want you to explicate this – and yet – there is beauty in what is veiled . . . Thank-you for the gift of your words!

  2. Thank you Nichole. It’s based on my experience of provision in the spiritual wilderness. When I find myself in that place it feels like just putting one foot in front of the other and can be very confusing and fearful, but somehow I find what I need to keep going. I wanted to share those feelings and that hope in this poem. I’m glad it spoke to you! Thanks for letting me know.

    • I know this feeling well, Lauren. Thank you for articulating it so beautifully!

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