By fate or chance? My friend, not a Mudcatter, just sent me the following. What a beautiful gem it is, imo, and somewhat apropos this thread:

    I shall be coming back to you
    From seas, rivers, sunny meadows,
       glens that hold secrets:
    I shall come back with my hands full
    Of light and flowers...
    I shall bring back things I have picked up,
    Traveling this road or the other,
    Things found by the sea or in the pinewood.
    There will be a pine-cone in my pocket,
    Grains of pink sand between my fingers,
    I shall tell you of a golden pheasant's
       feather...
    Will you know me?

    From "I Shall Come Back"
    Hilda Conkling (age ten), 1922