The Way To Effulgence Poem by Lee Ann Schaffer

I know the place
Though I haven’t reached it yet.
It draws my soul's secret quest

Through menacing mists
Over the furor of tempest torn seas
Struggling against maroon threatening intertia of extended calm

It’s safe and soft,
It is the trap that frees,
Where mysteries unfold and enfold;

Worth the arduous searching of
The wildly rugged, enchanting coastline
For the welcoming harbor,

To cross the land.
The path to it is unmarked, but legendary.
I mustn’t use a map or a guide;

All on my own,
My spirit as my compass,
I must discover the way

To his heart.