Ponder

By: Kayla Barton

Questioning what direction

In which to set my feet,

Too often I feel turned around

But here I remain in the same seat.

What to do left to gain solid ground,

What is causing this constant repeat?

Help me my Maker to create a new way,

Show me the cessation of my weary voyage

Settling into a new day.

Taking those deep breaths

Ready for the answer to prayer,

Fighting to feel hope again

Remembering You are right there.

No more questions left to ask

Abiding on the narrow path,

Soon I will be there at last.