A Traveler's Guide down Misty Trails
The traveler again asks, "Help me find my way."
with trust the guide was given rightly in the past.
Anxiety ebbs, and to direction, hope gives way,
although ongoing snags are not forecast.
With the forking of the road ahead perceived,
even that, he'll realize, susceptible to change,
because he has been upheld when he believed,
some order in the outset will arrange.
Like that, you or I may start the trail,
Knowing only the guide, and not the end.
giving up fear that we be mocked or fail,
we venture forth in trust, our guide a faithful friend.
©04/06/2011 Carol Morfitt