Often I think the destination is the goal -
The thing most important.
I have got it all wrong.
It is not the end result that matters to God
As so much as the journey on the way.
Am I willing to unhurry down the path?
Will I acknowledge the wisdom to be found on the way?
Can I learn from the splendor of the wise deep marks,
In the solid steady trees,
(Once delicate shoots hopeful in the soil)?
Will I uncover the stones and discover a momentary world
Just for me?
Will I fear the oncoming darkness,
Or will I look to where the light is blending,
Dancing off the trees?
Can I still myself to hear not only
The many birds calling each other to rest
But also to hear My Creator’s same urging:
“Desist and learn that I am God”?
