Monday, January 16, 2012


In tripping times of stumbled fall
when nothing stays secure,
life is leavened day and night
with unexpected calls.
Then do I stop and look around,
and read the signs which stand
along the path I thought I trod,
and yet which led nowhere.
In symbol, song and whispered
word, the message can be heard,
that guidance comes in many forms;
and all steps take me home.

1 comment:

  1. How my heart knows these unexpected moments of connection and blessing. You keep walking.