I Know Not What I Become

I know not what I become, laying gifts of faith upon Wyrd's altars. Where she leads, I do not know, yet every one has a special task found only in the following of the unfolding inward, outward led into fullest blossom, and so I go, though the path is strange and the road unfamiliar, for Wyrd's bonds hold me snug and safe. Uncharted can be best, for unknown lands still speak the ancient mysteries. Off the roads I go, paths deer go and bush grow, for many feral flowers flourish in these unknown forests.