Every Thursday, Sue Vincent posts one of her photographs and offers up the challenge of writing something using it for inspiration.
It was a log trek, but they did it,
This one night without fail.
Thousands of steps for hundreds of feet,
They wore a path on their pilgrimage,
The only evidence of their existence.
The rewards were many,
But they were exposed without cover.
Night watchers circled,
Eyes like beacons in the dark sky,
Homing in on the weak.
Still they plodded onward,
Their goal a distant sight,
But determination and grit
Kept them going.
None gave in,
At the end of their travels
They would find Sanctuary
And peace for their dedication.
Topping the crown of the hill
All was revealed in its glory.
The Sacred Stones welcomed them,
Raising their spirits to the heavens,
And in doing so,
Left their bodies in the wheat field,
Husks to be lost on the harvest wind
Releasing the seeds for next year’s generation
And the cycle would begin again.