The forest path becomes hard to follow

Covered in leaves, every direction looks the same.

I turn around in circles, squares, leaping, dodging

Following the wrong path once again.

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Then I remember, the disappeared

a long forgotten thought,

That I am grounded and guided

And worry I should not.

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I fall down and pray

A prayer of forgotten days

To be engulfed in golden light

Finding my way through the haze.

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Despite my very best efforts

The path eventually emerges,

And love surrounds me

I reflect on my controlling urges.

 

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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. 

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Thank you emerging and unfolding path

Though sometimes hard to follow

I cherish the journey here

And with love I am held hallowed.