A Journey’s End (To The Next Crossroads)

I have rediscovered the secret love-language of god.

It turns out to have been my heartbeat all along!

It speaks through my joy.

And my secret is,

I can find joy anywhere.

Whether I am scrubbing toilets, pulling weeds, filling paperwork, stirring pots, watching rain…

There is no work too small, or menial, or dirty,

that cannot be a labor of love.

So, god, that trickster,

changed languages on me without telling me!

(Or probably, told me, and I wasn’t listening.)

Well, I hear you now!

Through all the people I have met this weekend.

Through all the questions that are being asked.

Through all the songs and the silences.

Through all the hands held and whispers shared.

Through all the rain and the dirt and the snails and the roses.

Through all the journeys I see being started, continued, discovered;

their roads spiral out on patterns I cannot see.

Yet somehow we are all walking alongside each other, separately and together.

The road ahead is covered in future fog,

but we know who we are walking with.

We know who we are following.