Have I been left behind,
Or am I following too close?
Hard to say in this dark wood
Where the path seems lost. Listen for the footfall.
Catch a glimpse
Of the shadow guide
Somewhere up ahead –

Or quite alongside.
I risked being left, even lost
Had I not abandoned
All for the chase –

A captive taken unaware and
I in precious pursuit.
I sense they are just footsteps early.
Once I imagined time slowing

To accommodate eternity –
And it did, but I too often
Browsed and groused the future.
Returning Now, I Am,
Not was, nor will I be.

Perhaps, my goal is not before me
But within — where spirals meet.

Meditations

Nel mezzo . . . del cammin . . . de nostra vita . . .  I retrovai . . .  per un oscure selva.

In the middle of the road of my life

I awoke in a dark wood

Where the true way was wholly lost.

Prayer – Help me to grasp the meaning of these words that come down to me from the past.
 

Response – You are yet to understand with confidence that I am there to reach you in whatever your circumstances.  If you read literature, I am there providing you what you need to progress along the path.  If you were a car mechanic, an engineer, a fellow stocking shelves, a home maker, an artist, I am there as well.  Your obligation is to pause and listen.