CCC Camp Calling
Of steeples and churches and buildings made of steel
None can compare to the eroded doorway
Staring into the bliss
Of the arid unknown.
Quietly tucked into the land
Known for commitment and second chances
Through chaos and longing,
I come back again and again.
To the quiet place within
A doorway built for shelter
From a camp made for work
Tethered among cobblestones of hope.
Tell me the sunset isn’t spectacular
Illuminating the future
And I’ll tell you to gaze
Until it quiets your interior.
And whispers, ever so softly
With heart shorn wide open,
The kindness put aside
Replaced by fear, worry and disaster
Everything is temporary
Everything is but a wish
Everything will be fine
If only given time.
Photo/Writing Lucy Clark 2021
The Life of Mud 