St. Brighid’s tamed fox still has more to teach.
(Image description: A photo of a red fox with a white belly sits on a mossy fallen tree in the middle of a forest.) Credit: Photo by Federico Di Dio photography on Unsplash
Into the Woods
Follow the fox, She said
into the wilds, where
trees wind and green abounds.
The fox, once tamed
to do tricks for mercy’s sake
never stopped being who it was.
Kings pass, but nature goes on
so does the fox, leading me
past story-laden stones and moss.
The destination is unknown,
but the fox as navigator
leads true down the changing path.
The shifting hues in its fur
liken to the smith’s flames
ever-roiling and ever-transforming.
I wonder, where is it leading me?
its guidance my only compass
leaving me adrift on an uncertain trail.
The fox strolls onward, knowing
its swaying tail the only gesture
to say, such is trust.
I follow, trustful
of the sacred uncertainty
of what lies beyond.
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