Toes ever edging toward

the labyrinth,

I am called

to tread its ancient

spiral.

Kicking my sandals

with their daily dust

aside, I hear

the winding, brick-lined

path beckon me

closer, closer

to my spirit…

… and that of God,

residing in

my journey inward.

old stone labyrinth

Barbara Swander Miller

June 23, 2023

Prairiewoods Franciscan Spirituality Center


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