“Wherever I have knocked, a door has opened. Wherever I have wandered, a path has appeared.” ~Alice Walker, In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens
Passages
By Carmen H Gray
Perhaps this is where
I found myself
Or maybe I was fully aware
Of choosing to head left
Where right was the “way” to go
When I happened upon that cleft
Through my wanderings I see
That no path is perfect
Each has its shade from the hawthorn tree
Each has its thorns you have to sidestep
But I am glad
As I stop to recollect
For all that I have had
For comfort I did not expect
For shelter
As I Iingered lonely on someone’s doorstep
For helpers
And for every experience that let
Me find myself here
Monarca Rising 