A journey is seldom straight,
if it's worth the steps of faith,
the map is in the Masters hand
he knows where your foot will land.
But oft, we, at crossroads stay
alone, we spy a distant place
where to go? what to do?
"Walk my friend, I stood there too".
"Walk you say! but which way?
these unfamiliar roads are long".
"Do not fear roads men made,
for invisible roads you walk upon".