Tiny Folded Map

 Found poem from “My Daughter Asleep” by David Whyte.

I carry

dreams

like a tiny

folded map,

a path that leads,

and I

walk

making

invisible prayers.

Let the window open

Let the moonlight in

And in the darkness

My heart be a lantern 

to light the way.

Awaken. Awaken. Awaken.

To these 

unspoken shadows,

a quiet

request-

for the great

and hidden

symmetries

of life to

be a reward…

a passage…

a home coming.