The Source that Knows

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.