How is your world ordered? Where is my place in it?
Am I the burden-bearer, the consoler, the lover, the tidings-shouter? O these choices, Lord, the path forks and forks again. I rest at each, the bewildered one.
Feeling my way in the cave, what shall I encounter? A bear, treasure, a forgotten lair to make my own?
Lord, I have walked these paths before and will again. You were with me then, as now.
All is well, no matter my choices. These forking paths are all within your garden.