When the world is cold and gray
When my lens is cloudy from the heaviness of rain
When it feels as if I am floating and not living at all
I find myself pausing in the mindless flow
To reconnect with what I innately feel
To tap into that trustworthy source that knows
To remember what it is that I keep fighting for
The peace that steadies my restless, agonized soul.
I cannot see where I am going
I walk forward without a defined destination
I trust in the source that knows the outcome
Before I give up, before I give in, before I fall.
We are lost in the tempest of melancholy and strife
We are wandering travelers without a map for our lives
We step forward only half-aware of where we will go
Tapped into the source that always knows.