Signs and symbols guide the route.
Love gives the soul her appetite.
Though the night is black and starless,
The inner guide is never careless.
The notes are struck,the tune is played,
Plain melodies are overlaid.
In this chant and benediction,
Healing comes for desolation.
Though the passage way is narrow,
This road is the one to follow.
Struggling through the mud and mire,
We see,in darkness, tongues of fire.

Good, profound one, Kate! Hugs! x
Thank you very much for reading it and commented.It’s always good to hear from you.:)