The Labyrinth

A flowing river

etched into a marble stone floor

made smooth by 800 years of pilgrim's feet and prayers.

Oh river of life

if only you could be as smooth as the marble.

When you flow evenly for far too long

a sharp curve comes from ahead

one we could neither anticipate or see.

Journey of faith

you brought so many joys as a child -

running, skipping, dancing, and laughing -

even around the curves.

Maybe that is why we are to have faith like a child

For even when we stay between the lines we are thrown off

By judging the specks in our neighbor's eye

or paying too much attention to the road ahead of him or her,

not watching our own path.

And we judge our walk of faith off of others

When God may call us each a different way

into the Heavenly center of rest