If a story happens upon you
And insists upon being told
Welcome it as a traveller
Shelter it from the cold

  

Wait until it asks of you
Should I be sent away?
Answer it  promptly
It won’t wait another day

  

But consider carefully
For such a story left
Is a forgotten mistake
Lost forever as a silent deed

  

Wait until it asks of you
May I tell myself through you?
Then be silent. Be still.
Let its voice be all you hear.

  

The story is a journeyman
The storyteller its journey
For as  they travel together
Story and storyteller become one.