Direction

Direction

I close my eyes
rotate in an arc
until I feel
the pull
of my heart’s compass
the needle point
centered
on God.

Slowly,
I pick up
my clay-encrusted feet,
knock off the dirt,
the dried remnant
of the world’s excrement
and walk on
eyes now open
to the Lord’s
direct heading

c. Darlene Moore Berg

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