Clearly, we have no sense of direction;
we are in the midst of blind leading blind.
The pandemic makes me Zoom to nowhere;
I have been undone by the new normal.
God is not here, why am I forsaken?
Even the car says “Compass No Response”!
I wonder how long it will take for God
to intervene and show me the new way?
So, I relax relishing the insight,
calmly moving ahead inside the box,
carelessly, conforming and complying,
continuing with essential business.
Then, I do ask for a change of status.
No compass was starting to bother me.
Directionless was disturbing oneness,
stopping me from enjoying harmony.
Finally, I grasped the expectation –
I must fully embrace my dissonance.
I make a move and reach forward fiddling
the connection by the rearview mirror.
Lo and behold my direction was back.
I smiled with gratitude for healing wounds.
Carefully, I will never be the same
my communion requires indifference.
