September 5, 2019
I met a wise old woman.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“La Luz” she smiled that all-too-familiar
“Tell me your name.” Her bright eyes narrowed to a command.
I didn’t understand what she meant until one day…
Down a blind alleyway
I followed after an unfamiliar voice.
It was clear
I was lost.
Feeling along in the darkness
With my hand I traced
The outline of a door
And walked out to find the old woman laughing–
With love and gratitude,