Mapping Out the Moon

Fragments of a past life in a niche in my mind
Offer me glimpses of what I have left behind.

I navigate through worship and nature holds my hand
The mazarine sky glances at the land.

I struggle on the Way like a child in the dunes
Merging with the stars and mapping out the moon.

The cruciferous flower in the garden of my soul
Offers Earth devotion and the strength to make me whole.

I’m talking as a layman inward I must flow
But hold on to my shelter bliss will come and go.

John Hobbs