The Path That Found Me

I searched for the road

they said would be mine,

through shadowed woods

and uncertain time.

I followed the stars,

but they shifted above,

their glittering whispers

never enough.

I asked of the river,

the wind, and the flame,

“What is my purpose?

What calls my name?”

But answers were fleeting,

like dawn on the mist,

and I longed for a meaning

that surely exists.

Then one quiet morning,

as dew kissed the ground,

I noticed my footsteps—

they’d formed their own sound.

No map in my pocket,

no plan in my hand,

just heart and horizon,

and trust where I stand.

The path I had sought

had been seeking me too,

woven in moments

both old and new.

So let your steps wander,

and never lose grace—

for your calling will find you,

in its own time and place.

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Offer whatever name you wish to be known by at the hearth today — real or imagined — we look forward to welcoming your words into the circle.