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Martha McGinnis


Published onApr 19, 2019
Martha McGinnis


When I gaze back down the path that brought me here,

In places broken, steep, and wrapped in fog,

I see the beacons scattered all throughout,

Tracing the slow trajectory of my heart.

There I ran over the crusted sand

Purely for joy to knead it underfoot;

There I clung hard to the stubborn rock,

Inched ceaselessly up and slithered back.

Drawn by love and mystery in equal measure,

Seeking forever the intricate, difficult way,

I hunted secret and unexpected truths,

Strange intimate dreams of a generative mind—

Half-expecting revelation at every moment:

Discovery, forgiveness, bliss, fulfillment, wisdom.

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