I Asked You to Guide Me

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.

 

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