Where would this pathway lead
Look down.
Where would this pathway lead
a sunken seed, a fallen deed.
Follow sheaves of green
rock clusters bound
hard soil, sun bleached
faded June leaf.
Look up.
Streams of light, circling wind
around the earth igniting soundless sleep
lost in thoughtless fragments
of the empty deep.
Look in.
Blazing fire of the heart, firing thought
in the pyre of the sun, earth’s funeral
sits ablaze on the wounds of all the hallowed mouths
bereft of dying words, tasting the advent of birth.
Who solidified the earth
who trusted the empty season of greed
who touched, dying
and kissed the tired eye
was it you
unseen god
was it you
who led this pathway, below
above, within
for you and I
to gather fallen in the forest bloom
and see the sky,
and carve the pathways new.
©Ioanna Panagiotopoulos
Ioanna Panagiotopoulos is a Greek-Australian writer, actor and priest. She spent her youth writing poetry before training in speech and acting at The School of the Living Word. In 2017 she was ordained as a priest in The Christian Community. She lives and works in Canberra, Australia.
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