Journey
On Santa Catalina’s island shores
I step back in time to nature’s simplicity
where sea breezes rustle the languid palms
sparse brown peaks cradle eagles’ nests
and red foxes hide in dense mustard fields.
As I trek upwards along a narrow trail
leaving the harbor and isthmus behind
the morning fog lifts its obscure curtain
to reveal a stunning cerulean blue sky
that spans across the vast horizon.
I see a variety of cacti, plump from recent rains
hearty wildflowers dotting the arid canyons
weathered posts remind of a fence, long gone
while telling tracks mark the paths of bison.
As I reach the summit, my soul is longing
to soar high upon an eagle’s wings
to skim the rolling seas like a seagull
to free my spirit from its earthly bonds
and unburden the trials that trouble my soul.
Yet, I know that the Lord is ever with me
He is intimately acquainted with my ways
His Spirit comforts me along life’s journey
for in it I see a glimpse of His eternal glory
as He covers me with His everlasting love.
8/30/23
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