How to push on from here,
our map shredded,
the pavement broken
bearing no clue
of the distant place
our dreams foretold.
The rivers rise,
oceans empty
and the earth groans
under the weight
of expectation.
I remember your face,
seeing you in the boy,
in the sky at sunset,
and the memories
of all who went before.
Time narrows to our footsteps,
the hollow drum sounding
beneath brown duff
and roots eternal.
There’s no holding on,
just the movement
of our faith
and the arc of stars
guiding us
without words,
the compass within
silent and sure.