Passage Seven: A Quest Story
One summer, I headed west.
I felt that I was guided.
I felt that I was on a quest.
At summer's end, I was puzzled.
I had felt guided all along the way,
But I ended up back where I had started
And I had not found anything.
Then I realized
I had not returned from my journey
The same person I had been
When I embarked upon it.
I had not found anything,
But I had become
More than I had been before.
In the midst of my travails,
The journey has often seemed
Long and hard.
Looking back,
It seems as if the way
Was paved for me.
My mistakes have all been my own,
But I believe I have been guided,
Along my winding path,
Through ways from which
I would emerge
More understanding
And more compassionate,
And so, better prepared to serve.
My hope for you
Is not that you might find.
It is not for your deliverance
And not for your arrival,
But for what you shall become
In the course of your journey.
