So you want directions?
You're at a loss?
You want me to point
your way to the cross?
Well, it's not a "direction",
and not about speed -
but get there, you're able -
you sure can, indeed.
You can't go by auto,
nor by a plane,
A rocket won't help you -
nor will a train.
You can't use your eyes
to see your way there,
You can't use your ears
or recite a prayer.
But close your eyes, listen -
to that still, small voice,
which draws you in closer.
God gives you a choice.
To choose a direction
would tear you apart,
but listen, you're closer
to your very heart.
To find that old cross,
don't look through the trees.
Just humble yourself
and fall on your knees.
©2009 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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