Finding Our Way

“It is because Humanity has never known where it was going that it has been able to find its way.”

                              Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist

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There are brief moments when I think I know what I am doing,

Where I am going.

But I am quickly dissuaded from this delusion

I reach for things that are no longer there

I make plans that soon dissolve

Eroded by multitudinous factors over which I have no control

Love comes and goes

Affirmation comes and goes

Success fades

Failure does to

Nothing remains stable

Remains the same

Except

The simple fact that I am a Sacred Child

And I do no walk this way alone

And each choice I make

Is not a finality but a genesis

Not a resolution

But the creation of a new and blessed incertitude

The harder I hang on to my plans,

My expectations

The more I look over my should at what has been

Or peer into the future, anxious about what will be

the more I miss out

on the Sacred gifts, that lie upon

a rapidly unfolding way

and so each day, each moment

I with empty hands

follow the ever evolving choices,

Those breadcrumbs of God