“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where–“said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,'”said the Cat.
– Lewis Caroll
Open our eyes.
We wander, we maunder
Flitting from flower to flower
“So many things, so little time”
Yes, we know the phrase.
This world is a whirl
Paths change, twirl and intertwine
Certainty brews uncertainty
But where do our sights lie?
We search, we forage
Too often do obsessions spring forth
Like oversized mushrooms and talking flowers
Detracting us from what truly matters.
This life is a quest
Always seeking, always hoping
One door opens another
But where do our hearts lie?
We run, we scamper
Fighting or fleeing the storms
Unclear of which direction to go
Yet do we remember God’s rainbow that awaits?
This journey is a test
Do we persist or do we resist
That which may be our dearest hope
But where does our faith lie?
We leap, we prance
Around the flowers which bloom in splendour
And in communion we rejoice
As we taste that bit of Heaven.
This day, and every day is a gift
With wonderful dreams and possibilities
A treasure none can pillage away
But where do our praises lie?
We trudge, we strive
We see the sun setting in the distance
Believing it would rise again
One way or another.
This odyssey is a choice
Whether simple or profound
And at the end of the day
Where does our salvation lie?
Open our eyes – God awaits.
Perhaps it’s time to ask ourselves: have we formed that direction towards God in our faith journeys and in our lives?