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Curious Satisfaction

There is a curious satisfaction
in a job well done.
Or at least a job
well started.

In doing a deed that needs to be done
some inner power finds appeal:
a resonance of a sort,
a calm and curious satisfaction.

Not all works of mortals
lead to such a reward.
Yet for those that do
the soul is sweetened.

It is as if one were
walking on a path that one were
intended to be walking upon.
The way one was meant to go.

A satisfaction, a joy.
A strength from which draw
further strength.
A deed accomplished, a deed anew.

When one walks the path of angels
replenishment is found,
not only such for the body
but also for the spirit.

Mountain passes are treacherous,
yet they teach us
that even a small slip
might be much too dear.

And so it is with more banal affairs
the path as it were meant to be
lies before us
and should we wander off

who have we to blame but ourselves
and the Enemy that distracted us
from the deeds that
we were meant to do?

How can I know what I must do?
A young one might ask,
mind full of doubt and wonder.
All roads leading somewhere, unknown.

The wizened master turns from his pondering,
a mirthful smile appearing in his eyes.
You will know the road when you are on it.
Your feet will rejoice at treading it.

Your hair will run free in its gentle wind.
Your walking stick will speed your way
and the sun shall shine upon you.
Your steps shall be light and yet carry you far.

You will know the road when you are on it.
The road leading somewhere, known yet new.
Mind full of wonder and faith;
heart filled with a curious satisfaction.

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