Follow,
not as the sheep follows,
unthinking and mindless.
Follow rather as a listener
on foot in a vast and lonely hill country,
paying attention only
to the placing of the feet,
one in front of the other,
on the soft and craggy ground,
listening to the small voice that speaks,
that says, this way, this way,
call it intuition or God.
Or follow as the fox,
who tracks by staying alert,
ready to change course at once,
his nose twitching
with the new scent
on the air.
elisabeth pike 