Your paths lie scattered,

      uncharted and unknown. . .

I observe the fragments

      of your directions,

In random intervals my paths

      fall over yours - - -

Somewhere our purposes meet,

Sometime the mystery dissolves.

The gradual discovery of you

Is no minor astonishment,

It is miracle splashing on miracle

Until wonderment stales from exhaustion.

But weariness withers

       Withers and pales

In your presence.