First Steps of the Soul

The way is in understanding

That to see significance makes you significant

No more than to hear thunder makes you

The voice of God. 

Recognition is a duty and a blessing,

Not a marker of worth or virtue,

But a right owed to ourselves and the Spirit.

The first steps of a child 

Do not make the child a sprinter,

They pave the way and set it forward 

In seizing its natural-born right to run.

The pen is not the writing,

The knife is not the cutting,

The hammer’s not the pounding.

Intention moves through them

Without their knowledge of purpose.

We are the tools of Another’s work,

Like the fingers of a hand.

All things pass through us on their way

Into whatever it was that so desperately

Needed to know what it was

That it threw itself into confusion.