Epiphany, a short poem by Rev Martin Wroe

Epiphany

The answer you weren’t looking for
The way you went by mistake
The known unknown you never knew
Til it was staring you in the face


Arrives just after you give up
No formula or calculation
The star, the sky, the vaguest hunch
No map marks this destination


Emerges slowly as morning
Dawns on you like a new day
As if all your previous light was dark
And all of the dark made this way.

Martin
Associate Vicar