Embraced

When needed most, an eye of forest is found when you're lost, nearly out of luck, or ready to lay beneath the leaves, but familiar voices say no, that's not a choice. From somewhere, ancestors urge us on, soothing bruises of confusion, burdens of faith that defy solution, they lighten over time. But, we keep that keen trust on faith, too. Then, turn over to the caravans of clouds all we cannot control. Pain embraced, no choice but courage and hope.