The traveler's shadow

Foot to foot,
from glade to paved way,
she is the traveler,
for whom thorn and petal,
are all parts of the same path.

From sun to darkness,
from hearth to road,
she is the traveler,
for whom neither light nor dark,
dim her steps upon the path.

Her songs are sung,
mournful and young,
upon the trail and by campfire.
She is the traveler,
who is alone, yet part,
of the greater road
that all beings must walk upon.

So give thanks when she
lights your way or shadows
your steps.
Give thanks for the silence
of the stars in the night
and the sound of birds
at the break of dawn.

For though right or wrong
the trail you follow,
know this traveler,
She walks where you do
and you are never alone.