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Tuesday, June 15th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer Detours Illumination; that light within Eluded my flailing reach Seeking in word and thought Left me wanting the quick way I found detours to empty rooms Now I sought a different path Shrouded mountains rose ahead The trees dripped and rustled My footsteps crunched softly The wind hushed and rushed My path grew narrow and cold A penance to the fire within When the feast lays before me, Will I partake and fill my heart, Or will I find no place at the table? Will that mountaintop wait for me, While my fears test the course? Best I’d get moving along. Better that then wayside sitting. As I walked the air grew thin Sun burning my frozen skin How could I have known, That I was so lost and alone? This sacred place was my goal, But… Was there room inside my soul? © June 14, 2004 Marissa A Spencer

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