I think I cannot turn away, Cernunnos.
Wherever I look, there You are,
smiling, calling me on.
Wherever I go You are waiting for me.
I ran, frightened, looking for another God
and even there You caught me.
You are ever a determined hunter,
not one to let Your prey slip away.
I should know it by now.
Have I, perhaps, always been walking towards You?
Has every step brought me nearer,
every stumble breaking me open for You?
It feels so now, now that I look back to see
every turn showing me where to find You,
every fall ending in Your arms – if only I had known then
what I know now. If only.