The Guiding Light

sometimes when I feel lost,
walking along blindfolded,
not knowing where I am
or where I should go;
I hear a voice whisper
from the well within -
the eternal compass
that rights itself;
the star that guided
the Magi towards the Light;
the winds that drive birds,
the fragrance that lures honeybees,
to make new homes in distant lands;
and I know what to do -
trust the guiding light
that's always burning,
always showing me
the way home;
if only I can close my eyes
and open my heart;
if only I can drown
in the silent well within,
and listen....