Along the way

Along the way                                                                                                 
 
I joined a caravan headed for the Promised Land;
walked a time with the remaining witnesses;
 
learned from its elders; absorbed the satsang
of fellow wanderers and seekers, and then
 
was surprisingly led (by Whom I can’t say)
onto a barely discernible footpath
 
somewhat at odds with the direction
of that earnest, determinedly joyful band.
 
I find myself now (not quite) alone,
the destination a less-than-vital culmination.
 
My lone Companion is providing me with rudiments
along the way of that which I hope to find
 
in abundance at journey’s end; intermittently
revealing to me, immediate and essential,
 
the sanctity and rightness of my soul and self
on this seemingly tangential way.
 
O child of God, the paths to God (say the Mystics)
are as numerous as the souls of men.