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.
Andrew James Whalan 