The world is spinning out of control
It never stops spinning,
Taking in its whirlwind every of my certainties
Leaving me confused.
Things used to be clearer than they are
I used to be surer than I am.
The cause? I don't know
I am certainly uncertain.
The way forward is not a three-forked road
Rather, I am faced with a dead end.
I have since lost my mapped-out life
Now I try to make out phantom footprints in the mud.
Beside me is no companion
On this cruel journey of blindness.
My carload of friends have since disembarked.
I am now left behind an unaligned wheel.
My careful Guide:
The One I ran away from earlier
When it seemed His ways were unendingly narrow and twisted
Is still out there waiting where I left Him.
Going back to Him should be no problem;
Even from this distance I can see His great light.
His narrow but sure roads
Are far better than this desert of wastelands.
Now I see clearly
Basking in His undarkened light.
Loving every wonderful stop on this delightful journey
Wondering and knowing why I had been confused.
