we cross this threshold
and what seemed a door
is no more.
Nor is there a map
for the land we now traverse
in daylight
and in dark.
But, there is a guide
who knows the risks
but cannot save us from them;
who speaks the playful tongue of this land
and will teach it to us;
who knows which wells hold water,
which streams bear fish,
and where to find the good wine!
This one will still our fears,
weep our tears,
and call us friends.
written at the Mennonite Spiritual Directors Retreat, Cleveland, OH, October 27, 2009
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