Trek
The distant of our journey does not count
Only the direction we take;
Eagles keel upward in their mount
The winds chose for the falling flake.
And I, I set my face to the woods
When I left my house; an inward trek
Measuring my life by poles and roods,
Never making enough from the weekly check;
And all because there was so much to know
And so many mysteries to understand
Reading, rejecting, testing for a glow
Of that eternity in the grain of sand.
In the end I should have gone to sea
All along, for I was the only mystery.
I should have trusted faith against history,
And took the outward direction on my journey.
But here I am, and I cannot otherwise
Now, abandon the benefits of my surprise.
For all our acts are points of learning
And all we learn comes by believing
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