I drifted along day in and day out, all with good intention.

I found myself intending motion and finding a stillness of purpose.

As I sat in the still waters, bobbing aimlessly, I saw a distant beacon.

Beneath that beacon was a man, seeking guidance.

I called to him with good intention and he called back.

We spoke of direction, we spoke of motion.

He didn’t know the way.

“I’ll come to you,” I shouted, and began to paddle towards him.

As I set out towards the man in need, a wind rose behind me.

It became easier and easier to traverse the water.

I stepped from my boat to another shore.

There was the man unsure of his place, unsure of his divinity.

His world scoffed and judged and so he was lost.

But the beacon stood above him.

It stood a shining light for those on the path to find.

It showed the work to be done, and there stood the man.

“I know the way,” I said.

“I am no follower,” he responded.

“I am no leader,” I responded. 
"I am just someone on the path like you, but I know the path before you for I have traveled  it. Let us walk side by side along it.”

Together we walked.

Ahead we saw more people on the path.

We reached them.

“I must leave you now,” I told the man.

“Where do you go?” He replied.

“To find another.”