It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
as You are Love;
Lead me through each fear:
Hold my hand as I walk through
valleys of illusion each day,
That I may know your Peace.
I believe that I shall know the
Realm of Heaven,
of Love, here on Earth!