We tramp in
the leaves of our souls
browned and burnished
by the falls and springs
of our semester-lives
composed of crossings.

We tramp in
one foot then the other
our leather soles worn
by traverse of thresholds
leaving dust of fear
and being separate.

We tramp in
our histories
of bleary dusks
and gray dawns
and green beginnings
born in sacred circles.

We tramp in
with our maps
tracing our crazy paths
from Mondays to Fridays
and too many Saturdays
yet… arriving intact and sane.

We tramp in
to embracing arms
vanilla–candled eyes
the cinnamon touch of love
and the common taste and feel
of the oil of possibility.

We tramp in
to the tinkling and telling of life stories
formed in the poetry of seasons.
We gather and thunder
the silent awakenings
of our souls and the courage to teach.

- Dedicated to all those summoning and summoned to formation

09/12/2004

Author's Note: Written on the occasion of a reunion of educators involved over several years in series of weekend formation retreats sponsored by the Dallas County Community College District.

Posted on 09/12/2004
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