Circling the labyrinth
on the first walk of the year,

I turn into the ascending sun,
stop, tilt my chin to welcome

the kiss of light through
bare-limbed trees,

and think of the beloveds
seen and unseen,

those here and gone,
as pilgrims walk the path,

turning and turning again
into slow epiphany.

I feel the stirrings of spirit,
the invitation to remain

open to what is waiting for all
all beings everywhere

held in the great symbiotic web
that sustains us. Love calls us on

as we walk through this life,
as we return in our turning,

as we receive the gifts of
a quiet, peaceful presence

nudging us through anguish
and grief, joy and laughter

on this new morning,
on every morning,

through every breath.
Amen.