It had become known to me
that the right things
happen in their own time,
that I needed comfort with
uncertainty even while possessed
with a restlessness of knowledge.
The good aren't good because
they've had it easy
or are the happiest people around,
but because they've chosen to be,
and this is no easy road,
not a choice between two paths
but a constant branching,
a fork at every bend.
How to find grace on this journey?
That's another thing to work on
along the way. You can't just
stumble on it, but rather
must draw on it as a companion.
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