Better than the golden journey to Samarkand
no less arduous, but more profound,
is the apprenticeship in divine things
and the satisfaction it brings.
Its beginnings are haphazard, from here
an idea, from there, a song appears,
a book you read, a person you met,
the mild persistence of the Godly set.
The wind in your face, a touch of grace,
you`re on your way to a sacred place.
Still removed from the inward fire
you`re on the scent, your heart aspires:
God can be made more evident
like shafts of sunlight in the heavenly tent.