What is left?

When I reached the mountain top and found the sage had gone I wondered what is left? What is left when my insides tremble and I wonder what might become of my dream and the questions it evokes? What is left when I no longer linger waiting for some simple sign that I have made the right choices? What is left when I finally stop and say uncle, we believe in the same universal truth but not perhaps in the way they are lived out in this world? Perhaps what is left is what is right, to open my heart and say - ah home again.
Thank you all for tending this place of wonder, 2U-Second Unitarian of Chicago, with such fierce and gentle spirits.