I came to myself, having lost the straight way. Dark woods all around. You pointed me in the right direction.
I met fellows, unsure of their intent, in secret rooms throughout the village. You sent them to me, the ones who would treat me with care, the ones who had come to know you.
I sit still and quiet under your gaze, your sunshine, protected and warm. Your light, reflected, become a beacon. They visit me in ones and twos , and I share how you came to me, how I came to know you.
This was always your will. Grace. Let me shine it upon others, Lord.