Assurance

Your journey will grow easy...yes, it will
As you lose yourself along the way
In the very pull
of walking forward.

Where thorns pierce and awaken pain in you,
there buds will bloom, tender with devotion;
where you stumble, bent beneath sorrow's weight,
there your own beloved
will shoulder
all your burdens.

The journey you began by turning away—
he waits for your return,
sleepless,
awake in hope.

The more you wander, lost in mind's confusion,
seeking pearls of wisdom by the sea,
the more he beckons from his hidden place;
he who is your heart's lord,
this friend of yours—
when will you know him?