Faith

"My son," he said. "Once I had young dreams. If your dreams do not eat you up, you may be a great priest. If they eat you, you are still my son. Now go on your journey."

[from “By the Waters of Babylon” by Stephen Vincent Benét]

Photo by Jennie Roberts Jenkins

She is not a destination,

     never an arrival;

          but always a journey,

               forever pulling us forward.

When we stop –

     when we declare an end

          in either victory or defeat –

               she fades from our presence,

                    leaving us at a table that’s become

                         empty with her absence.

All we can do is shout the eureka

     of our prior recognition and run back

          to where our paths diverged;

               picking up the scent to begin again.

Maybe that's really what

     each new day is all about;

          awakening to the realization

               that our life's purpose

                    has two simple parts:

re-telling the dream

     to refuel our hope,

          and taking to the road again.

© 2015 Todd Jenkins