Our Road

Our Road

Glaucoma had

Covered the earth

And their eyes 

This shadowed matrix..

A Road remained

And a Map

And a Fire within..

They knew now of

A pendulum swing

A vacuum crunch

This black hole..

They had awakened

In their dream..

And with lucidity

Did they recognize

No catastrophe this

Evil was expressed in

This shadowed matrix

Yet born in Light..

Light also issued:

The Road and Map

Each other Entire

Brook trout carrying

A Code of life

Declarations of good

The Mystery..

Thus Our surprise

No catastrophe sudden..

Grounded in life is 

This shadowed matrix..

We might awaken

Knowing at last

Good guys are alive

With hidden Light..

The child found

As each of us must
Love never dies

And in so knowing
Each is the One…

With gratitude for
Cormac McCarthy's
The Road