for Parker Palmer
Who is your true essential self—True You,
Who by an older language is called soul,
That innate destiny you must pursue
If you would realize your fated goal?
By such a reckoning we all are bound
Upon a lifelong journey to find out
The special purpose of our earthly round
So often hidden in a mist of doubt.
You might deny this all as poppycock,
The superstitious musings of a fool
Deserving to be made a laughingstock,
Yet maybe common sense is not the rule:
A higher law than reason may ordain
The way lost souls can Paradise regain.