My Heart Seeks
I walk not knowing where I am headed, What lies in front of me, what path I’ve treaded. Lost in the midst of a jungle, blinded by lush trees, The thorns prick my feet, causing them to bleed. Shall I detour from the trees to see what lies ahead of me? Or shall I take a different path, and from this jungle be freed? Or should I make for myself shoes to walk within it safely– Shoes with soles of patience and heals of piety? Should I walk alone...






