Looking over the day as I prayed for your Wisdom;
I found I could not hear your voice.
Was it that I am not spiritual enough?
Was it that you spoke and I couldn’t understand?
Was it that I didn’t pray long enough or
the correct prayer?
Or was it that you didn’t …speak at all?
I starvingly listened for your directional hand
as my feet appeared to have their own directional path.
As I wrestled with the day’s trials of traffic;
they pushed the pedal to my desired destination,
As I met with hurried distress;
they stumbled but did not fall,
As I searched for needed financial expense;
they strutted me by free as the wind.
And as I negatively reminisced over the day’s events;
A voice quietly adjusted my mind to the positive …
“It was You who guided my feet.”
Velma Perry ©2009
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