No longer waiting for the next step to appear,
She finally stood up, shaking off the dust of stagnancy
And set to work gathering earth and stones
To build her own stepping stone.
No starbursts appeared to show her the way
No neon signs to illuminate a destination
Only the softly persistent pull of her intuition
Guiding her to pave the next step with her own hands.
Perhaps this is what it means to leap into the dark:
Breaking free from the cycle of waiting for rescue
Blazing the trail with courageous endeavor
Without any obvious intervention, only trust in self
Realizing in hindsight that in the forward movement
There was, unfailingly, the presence of divine undertones.