From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Scripture Surplice:
On our way from Ur
to who knows where
we question our departure
from the ancient tribal birthplace
to an adventure quest.
Driven out by memories too painful to resolve?
lured by a deep longing
to find lost Eden which we think we once inhabited?
Our young feet move us westward
through large dense forests
over strange terrain
sometimes making camp
and owing to conducive climate
and abundant sustenance
we make sturdy furniture
and fashion pots and bowls
more than we need or use.
Then one day a strong storm comes
and wind and fire destroy
and we escaping
barely mortal wounds
journey on.
This story is repeated several times
until one day we meet a wizened man
made wise by time and place
who tells us of a journey
unlike any footstep travel time
and tells us that we know the way
we are the way
and deep within our souls
we’ll find the truth that’s always been there
the truth that knows that
no one can be or show the way for us
for we more than any proclaimed messenger
know the path to our abundant life.
We have inadvertently
left mile posts
all along our way
we’ve been but also
and surprisingly
to where we’re going
to the most important
holy destination
that is ours
plotted by the master cartographer.