Compass

Which way?

North, South, East, West

πŸŒ‘

It’s difficult to locate the path

Which will give me contentment and rest

πŸŒ‘

Meandering from here to there, lost In the menagerie

Hoping my compass is true and will guide me to my destiny

πŸŒ‘

My honest companion, navigate my travels to the end

The journey will be long and arduous probably more than I can contend

πŸŒ‘

I have the will and strength to follow this well worn track

The past is the past and I will not look back

πŸŒ‘

I have had troubles more than I care to recall

By luck and love on each occasion I have just managed to avoid my downfall

πŸŒ‘

I will take the journey step by step until my destination is in sight

And then I will see the glorious blazing light

20 thoughts on “Compass

  1. Hi, Stuart. Happy Sunday. Thank you for sharing this poem. Life is filled with so many different meandering paths. How does one choose the right one that will take us to where we think we would like to go? Have a great day. Goff

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  2. Good morning and Happy Sunday, dear friend. This extremely succinct yet powerful poem summarizes the common conundrum that every person that is about to engage, or is dreaming about, in a long journey eventually has to face. Which direction? Where do I go? What are the steps? The only viable answer you often have is geared towards the third one. Make the extremely difficult first step to break the castrating inertia that often paralyzes the human spirit. Make the tremendous effort to lift one foot at a time and stomp it noisily on the eager ground to shake your torpor. Then do the same with the other foot, which will be slightly less difficult and much more exhilarating. You are moving. This blog is a testament that you could overcome your myriad personal reasons to perpetuate that nefarious attitude. As the Spanish poet Antonio Machado said; “caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar.” The rebel poet, gravely ill, barely crossed the frontier with France at the end of the Spanish Civil war to flee the Franquist repression. He arrived at Coliure, a small seaside town in the French Catalonia and died shortly thereafter; his tomb there has always fresh flowers and the pristine, multicolored flapping flag of the Spanish Republic.We wish you: “merde.”

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  3. The way that’s brought me contentment and fulfillment has been God’s way, as laid out in the Bible. Even King Solomon, the wisest man who ever lived, decided that God knew best: “Trust God from the bottom of your heart,” he advised. “Don’t try to figure out everything on your own. Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; he’s the one who will keep you on track” (Proverbs 3:5-6, MSG). I’m so thankful Someone all-wise is leading the way. Can’t imagine my life without Him.

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