Wondrous wish of walking in the garden of contemplation, prayer and hope. It is here that I find comfort, it is here that I remember who I am and that which I am destined to become. No harsh words or requirements upon person, mind or reason. Just the peaceful two-way communication with the origin of my change.

What sheep follows after naught but a place where there be no wind? Into harbors sheltered do schooners dance and rest. This journey is one of abrasion and brief moments of silk and thunder. With this world quiet I am free to see the next. In my aspiration to be king of nothing I kneel upon the cool, clean Earth in ample expectation of connecting with God.

Over these hills and drudging or dancing through valley beyond, my will resists the works of hand, mind and heart. But in these trials I am acquainted with the me that yet is not. Too far for turning asunder, to near to result that the path before me should end. This walk is the reason for my sanctification and ordination. It must be walked for that is resides within me.

And those glorious moments of joy that must also be accomplished. Where this man and the next blend in recipe for everlasting. What mysteries uncovered shall make me rise in splendor. To this mountain upon which I will hope to stand sure-footed. I invite myself in thought or dream or dance. For in this quest to count the footfalls, I am committing to this and life eternal after.