Journey
On the shores of Santa Catalina
time is lost in nature’s simplicity
where sea breezes rustle 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.
Cacti sit, plump and happy from the recent rains
hearty wildflowers dot 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
on a majestic eagle’s wings
or skim the rolling seas
like a persistent pelican fishing at dawn.
I long 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 glimpses of His eternal glory
as He covers me with His everlasting love.
8/30/23
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