I asked for guidance.
You answered
Pillars of cloud by day.
Pillars of fire by night.
The red sea parted.
Staffs turned into snakes.
Asses spoke.
The ground was dry
but the fleece was wet.
The sign I asked you for.
The fleece was dry,
while the earth was drenched.
The sign I asked you for.
It was as if you strolled into the room
and I could see you–
when I asked you for guidance.
* * *
I asked for guidance.
Silence.
Absolute.
So I navigated,
by ancient arts:
Common sense,
the north star,
the panic azimuth,
the sun rising from the east,
Not in a blaze of illumination,
but like dawn on the peaks
of distant mountains that
shine out of the darkness,
until we see the snow on them.
We see them.
I love your writing; the thoughtful words put together in ways that make me think on faith in new ways.
Thank you so much, Kathleen 🙂
“That’s life” isn’t it… good poem!
Thanks much, Mari. Yes!