Where are you going, my Little One ...?
We choose our path and pack our own duffel,
mostly with stuff that's not worth its weight;
and we set out on our own private odyssey --
or perhaps we wait for a ship that never comes.
Though never quite sure where we are going,
we are guided by Wisdom bought with pain
and by a gift of Grace, which somehow appears,
perhaps delivered by a prophet, or just by a friend.
The Cloud of Unknowing hides some distractions
and we suddenly recall what we've known all along:
that Being Loved is the place we have been longing for;
and Loving is the only way that will surely get us there.
All the rest is colored bubbles.