Poetry

The Two In The Labyrinth

by Terry Barlow
03/23/24
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There were Two lost in the same labyrinth, and Neither could find the Other. Each was crying out to the other in this labyrinthine wilderness, "where are you, my Father, where are you , my Son, where have you gone?!" But all was about to be lost in the labyrinth, and the labyrinth was our sin, yours and mine. Even the sonship of the Son was about to be lost. Even the fatherhood of the Father was about to be lost. Even their eternal friendship was about to be reduced and lost in the labyrinth that was our sin, yours and mine.  It was the most traumatic thing that ever happened, or ever will happen, or ever could happen. They were mutually traumatized and amazed at the same time in the maze of their estrangement. Yet it had to be that way for Any to ever emerge again from the labyrinth and be restored, restored again but in a grander sense than ever before, in the multiplication of the sons and daughters of an everlasting, extending expanding heavenly family.