Whenever I spend time at the Grunewald Guild, I always remember the community labyrinth walk. I wrote this poem after the first time I participated in this practice there. It is something I will now look forward to every year.
Gravel cries out underfoot
a rhythmic percussion
it is beaten down with each step
but in its cry, I hear the heartbeat of God
it is the rhythm to which my life has been orchestrated
in a 3 by 4 measure
so as to always keep me on my toes
I too find myself in the cry of this gravel
like the sound of the African Drum
Sending word of celebration
"Come," it says
"let us feast."