The forest path becomes hard to follow
Covered in leaves, every direction looks the same.
I turn around in circles, squares, leaping, dodging
Flowing the wrong path once again.
Then I remember, the disappeared
a long forgotten thought,
That I am grounded and guided
And worry I should not.
I fall down and pray
A prayer of forgotten days
To be engulfed in golden light
Finding my way through the haze.
Despite my very best efforts
The path eventually emerges,
And love surrounds me
I reflect on my controlling urges.
The path may be difficult
Sometimes hard to manage
But when I let go of control
I give up and God takes the most advantage.
Thank you emerging and unfolding path
Though sometimes hard to follow
I cherish the journey here
And with love I am held hallowed.