it was not what i had planned -
truly it wasn't.
i left church on Sunday
overflowing with Eucharist
and was only going
to stop at a lake by the library
for an image or two.
however, on the way to my car
a poem happened.
that was my first sign.
hastily i jotted it down
and changed into walking shoes.
enroute to the library i knew,
i somehow missed the turn,
my car about-facing me
into the golden woods of autumn.
i was going to turn around,
really i was...
it would have been
the sensible thing to do.
i had bills to pay,
groceries to buy..
but i looked in among the trees
and saw that God was there.
how could i not go in?
"i'll go in just a little,
just for a few minutes,"
i thought to myself.
but He beckoned further.
"just a bit more," i told myself.
but He drew me deeper.
it no longer mattered where i was.
deeper and deeper my heart into His,
each step a wordless prayer,
each image a vision of His glorious face.
how could i not enter and see?
and then i saw it...
down slippery slope of amber red,
feet sinking to muddy depths -
a bubbling stream of new life,
spilling its love upon the rocks.
my fingers itched with cold,
my stomach rumbled its hunger,
i had no idea where i was -
and found it didn't matter.
never before had i felt less lost.
for i walked in His sacred house,
stood before His holy font -
and it was time to trust.
how could i not?
and so it happened...
(to Him be glory forever.)
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Epilogue: God led me back to my car without incident, much to my wonderment. I cannot regret this experience - it was a gift beyond measure. But for the sake of those who are kind enough to care about me, I will take my cell phone with me next time :-).
