If you become a world leader,
the eyes of the multitude will be upon you.
If you follow God, few will notice . . .
as you slip from the paved road
onto the rough shoulder and into the woods.
You’ll go in alone and deep
and no one will follow. This poem
is not for the multitude,
who do not care to hear it.
And if it reaches no one,
my reward will be none the less.
The down payment is sufficient –
an affirmation and a re-phrasing of the promise;
an affirmation ... and a reiteration of the promise.
O child of God, prepare for a lonely journey.
Whoever goes to God goes alone.
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