Would you follow?

Angel,

If I look your hand to lead you, would you follow me wherever I may go? Would you walk with me through the stomping grounds of my childhood to see the places that helped form me? Would you let me show you the places of joy and pain in my past, and wander with me through memories, visiting ghosts of ancestors… 

Would you let me show you wild places where I have been and long to return to – to set our prints into mossy earth where few others have been? Will you come with me to see a sky so full of unfamiliar stars and a quiet that can hardly be imagined? Will you let me show you lakes of clear green glass reflecting  skies of blue, purple, pink and burning orange? If I took your hand, would you follow me to places where I have not yet been but long to share?

Would you come with me to venture into cities that have stood for centuries? Will you come where the language is not ours and the sights, sounds, smells, and tastes are strange and new to us but centuries old and at home? Will you walk beside me and wonder and see everything as new?

Will you walk with me across a land that is etched by the tracks of migrating animals and has felt the movement of their seasons since the world was young? If I took your hand, would you come with me to stand in an ancient sacred place and feel the spirits of animals moving across this land beyond time? Will you stand beside me on some vast plain and feel large because you are part of it, yet so small because we know how fleeting we truly are?

Will you follow me as I turn back to the places where we are from – to return to lands we know and love – and see them again in a new light? Will you come with me to a quiet lake nestled among trees growing on the hills carved by ice across this vast rock? Will you finally sit beside me in a place where we call home, our feet in cool water? Will you let me take you by the hand and lead you to all the places where we have been, where we have yet to go, and to places that we cannot even imagine?

Me.