This is a road that understands the wisdom
of the desert place, the unexpected shapes
the journey takes when one must have
the courage to be—even if God is silent.
One can move toward home unnoticed on
these roads—lone wolf tracking the fold,
a hungry thing trolling through the darkness
in search of a great light. These are sacred
miles—pilgrim miles, miles that wear sandals
thin—and sometimes the heart. These roads
lead to the place of the soul where light
is more than light, and karma is laced
with grace, following after One who shepherds
all including the birthing place of stars.