Invisible Threads

by Bindu Lanka, on faith

On a journey,

To places new and far,

For a moment—or more—

I fear and falter.

No footsteps to follow,

No clear path to see,

Only unseen footsteps whirling in the sand,

An invisible thread pulling me deeper into the storm.

On my journey,

I stumble... and smile.

I am being carried,

Lifted in the arms of the Divine,

Through chaos and cries,

Through broken hearts and whispered thanks,

Toward the path I had almost forgotten.

I was on a journey,

Drifting far, far away—

But now, I slowly return,

Through tides of sorrow and rivers of hope,

Tugged gently by an unseen hand,

Toward love, toward truth, toward eternal peace.