Directions

Father, where are You taking me?
Where are We going?
I can't help but ask.
I know I've asked You to be my guide.
I've said I trust in your directions.
I will push on, and keep walking
in this vague direction You point at,
but I'm still curious to know,
where Your road will take me.
The mountain of hope perhaps?
Or maybe the depths of despair?

I have yet to see the land
in the distant horizon as I sail
on these serene waters
that can all too well turn to storms.
Rarely can I see the stars
that should be shining so bright.
My heavenly guides
that dot the skies.
Father, you know them by name,
please arrange them to guide me
as I sail through calms and storms,
making my way back home.

Amen.