The Compass
My compass
guides me; it knows this not. Each day, I keep it close to heart. The
shifts and slips of life perturb it; it spins haphazardly Off course in every
direction Soon, it aligns itself with the field of Life To guide my way
once more. But the compass has a compass That points
in unknown directions How, then, can my compass guide me?
February 5, 1999 |