a poem

Not a great day so thought I'd share one of my favourite poems with you.  I didn't write it which I'm sure will come as no surprise to those of you who know me, as my artistic skills are comparable to my dancing ability.

I will follow

It's easy to follow when you know you're off to somewhere good.  But what happens when 'follow my leader' stops being a game and starts getting serious?  This is no child's play, no idle journey.  Stop:  look around you;  savour the sights and smells of a strange, new land.  There's no going back now.

It's hard to leave it all behind - the comforts of home, the old familiar landmarks, the safety of the womb.  But there's a whole new world out there,  a new langueage to learn, fresh perspectives to discover.  You learn, perhaps, by unlearning; growing, sometimes by subtraction, into the light, fashioned in anothers image.

It's easy to wonder why - why you embarked on this whole damn thing in the first place.  But remember that first fush of excitement, that first moment of falling in love?  It hurled you into another dimension, and in your heart, you know this love is real.

Where to?  Who knows?  The path is narrow, and you have no A to Zen.  Instead, you've an A to Omega, the guide of guides, the ultimate travelling companion:  a lamp to your feet, a light to your path.

On this journey, I have learned to be humble.  Why?  Because, although I'm on the Way, further down the road than I was, this is still a journey:  and I haven't yet arrived.

(way to go  Eddie Gibbs  2003  InterVarsity Press)

Keep on walking.