On fabled land my mast did drop

My compass yield to burning shores

From stormy seas

I emerged, a traveller seeking rest

To those whose ships their souls in tireless exploration carried are revealed the treasure buds of Truth

Their spring in cycles sprung

The cautious wind drove my sail

My course determined by the violin strings

Of my heart

Like child I watched as thread of dark and light before me were spun.

The great invisible hands did weave the one into the other

The brilliant tapestry of their union before me shone and then Grace smiled on me and before me quietly unfolding I saw the Path my feet in measured Time would take.