Where do we go when not wanting to be found?

Where do we go when our bodies enter the ground?

Who do we call when we’re lost and afraid?

What do we say when we can’t find our way?

Do we scream out to God for help and direction?

Do we enter the forest for guidance, protection?

Do we pray to Shiva for peace and understanding?

Do we kneel at an alter and confess our darkest rantings?

Do we get on our knees like Allah and bow at the sun?

Do we take off on our own because all we know is to run?

Do we meditate like the Buddha or dance under the moon?

Do we wash our sins in dirty water with hopes of the Lord returning soon?

Mother Nature, she calls me, like a howl in the night.

A lonely widowed woman. A soul full of fright.

Wandering souls all gather near

For the end of one’s life is nothing to fear.

Katie McFadden