I stumbled over a stone in the path
And found myself down on my knees
Looking up for help to return to my feet.

I pricked my finger on a thorn
And found myself feeling the pain
While admiring the rose.

I stood in the rain, caught without umbrella,
And found myself, arms outstretched
To feel its cleansing.

I stood at a crossroads with no direction
And found myself looking within
To find a clue.

The stone, the thorn, the rain,
Preparing me for the moment–
At the crossroads.