Knowing the Unknown

rrow in the middle of the road on the way to Santo Domingo de Calzada ©Timothy Charles Geoffrion, please ask before copying.

Arrow in the middle of the road
on the way to Santo Domingo de Calzada
©Timothy Charles Geoffrion, please ask before copying.


How strange.
For more than thirty days
I got up knowing only
that I would follow arrows
all day long
and then stop for the night.

I didn’t recognize the names of the towns
I passed through.
I had no idea of where I might be found
on a map of Spain.
Each day’s landscape
surprised me.
I never expected to return
to the places I visited.

But I knew what to do:
wash up,
put my backpack on,
walk and walk and walk,
following the signs that revealed themselves,
until it was time to rest.
Then eat and sleep.

A far-off destination grew ever closer.
Others had journeyed before,
marking the way
for me.
I followed their sincere intentions
towards a place I would know
only after I arrived.

Having reached
the site of my heart’s desire,
I now discover
I learned to trust
that the unknown way ahead
will reveal itself
as needed.

On pilgrimage,
yes–
of course!

Now,
too.
How strangely unexpected!

©Jill K H Geoffrion
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Psalm 143:10 (NRSV)

“Teach me to do your will,
for you are my God.
Let your good spirit lead me
on a level path.”


Mini-pilgrimage

Consider the rest of your day.
Identify a situation whose outcome is uncertain.
Bring your mental and physical awareness of this into prayer.
Ask God to communicate with you.
Accept with gratitude whatever you receive.