I had a form to fill the other day br Which, when completed, could be said to be br An outline of my life. How carefully br I edited the story to portray br Apparent purpose, shaping facts so they br Would inter-lock and leave no hint of the br Long stretches, haunted by uncertainty, br That came between. Although I shouldn't say br So, when completed, I was qute impressed; br I seemed a person I'd be pleased to know. br Until I realised it was the rest - br The many failures that I didn't show, br The doubts and longings that I'd not confessed - br That, in the wilderness, had made me grow.