Look now, the hidden road

Look now, the hidden road

Look now, the hidden road 1920 1271 Robert Alan Rife

Look now, the hidden road denies these footsteps
their certainty, unsure though they wend,
through what little solid soil succumbs
to plodding, silent shoe-footfall.
Forward slowly, halting back apace,
how often my wayward way, the Way, ‘tis not.
These choking vines abort momentum,
spilling out on soft and silent stones
their devious designs along this rutted path.
A fog, a mist, a nightling now,
I deign to trust what lying eyes will tell,
list’ning instead for the rustling wind
some branch to bow and bend and brush my face
and share with me geography.
Unsteady though the way must be
my hands atremble reach for other hands
for, only then, does lostness find its way.

 

Robert Alan Rife

My friends think me complicated. My employer thinks me talented but at times, troublesome. God, and my wife see me as I am - a philosopher-poet with a rather circuitous journey of life and faith, the music and worship minister at Yakima Covenant Church, a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, poet and writer. I am a graduate from Spring Arbor University with an M.A. in Spiritual Formation and Leadership. These poems, and my life, are dedicated to those places where life, liturgy, theology and the arts intersect with and promote spiritual formation – who we are becoming. Join me on this journey to word-land. Maybe we'll find each other there and share a story or two.

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