To a Sign Seeker

How can I prove to you
where you’ll end after a lifetime
of pursuing the Lord?

No message written by angel finger
on temple wall, no panoramic vision
of as yet undecided future
can map all you’ll learn

from decades of travel.
I could sooner trace the path
of a sand grain from ocean floor

to desert mesa to wind-eroded valley dune.
You’ll never know until you choose
who to love, who to believe,
who to consult for maps and translations—

maybe an adventurer who’s found north
by knowing the side of trees that moss grows on.
Maybe a pilgrim who’s been where you want to go.

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