Invisible Labyrinth

I visited the worldwide labyrinth locator online and discovered that there was a lovely labyrinth at a park only a 3 minute drive from my home in Seattle. I drove to the small park and walked all around and through it. Where was the labyrinth I had seen in the photo? I walked through the park again. I almost left, almost missed it. And suddenly I realized that I was standing in the middle of a concrete circle in a field of weeds. Could it be? I squinted my eyes and just made out a barely visible path. I was in the center of the neglected labyrinth, paint worn almost completely away. I almost missed it again. Because after seeing how unwalkable it was, I almost returned to my car in disappointment. Instead, I found a rock to sit on just outside of the labyrinth and took it in. Inhale. Exhale. I said to the labyrinth, “I’m so sorry that this happened to you.” I wondered what the labyrinth had to teach me. I found grace there. The knowing that whatever was ahead, even when the path before me was all but gone, God was with me.

Barely visible

This labyrinth

I’m sorry this happened to you

Time wore your paint away

Yet time suspends here

At this labyrinth that once was

I’m reminded God is here

When the path is not