Walk to Emmaus

I'm considering participating in Walk to Emmaus (http://www.upperroom.org/emmaus/whatis/). It's been recommended to me by more than a few people and I'm very intrigued by what I've learned thus far.

I found this poem today by one of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver:

One day you finallyknew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice--

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations--

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice,

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do---

determiend to save

the only life you could save."