Sitting here
In the station
Of the inner sanctum
Of mind,
I ponder the ticket
Of the train of thought—
The journey not yet planned:
Yet I sit here…bag packed…
Filled with unwrinkled faith;
A slow moving train arrives;
I know not where it’s going:
Switching tracks determine destiny.
With ticket and packed bag
I board the waiting train.
The conductor stamps my direction:
Where God is, I’m bound to arrive.