Spiritual and material intermingled, woof and warp, not knowing where one begins and one ends,
light cross-threaded through darkness,
and the pain and pleasure weave one broad cloth,
one broad life.
It is our way to segment–to label,
everything in its suitable place. Good is good. Bad is bad.
But Spirit draws us heavenward, so that walking through mire and walking through meadow can, in the end, become both of the same path,
the eternal path, and
what is constant is the Everlasting, holding my hands, leading me forward,
always on and up and toward.