Direction

In the late early time of morning
writing stories from my heart, songs from my soul
I seek answers of the universe's plan
desperate to know will I ever be whole?

Somebody dies to a newborn baby's cry
the world is turned upside down
shaky, delicate faith chips away
at hard edges and confusion abounds

God is in the folds of love soft and sure
across miles across oceans across time
joy washes over moments of beauty
spirit moves into a pen, a poem, this rhyme

The writings on the wall, the ceiling, the floor
are questions to answers I don't believe
scratched on the surface of skin, of spirit
in search of a communion I can receive

The promise is in the believing
even wayward steps bring truth at each turn,
signs of direction, hints of purpose,
designed, complete, perfect lessons learned.