The next step ahead is not as clear as I would like it to be.
It’s like going through a car wash, vision obscured
by soapy water streaking lines down the windshield.
I have no control of the vehicle as neutral allows
the track to smoothly, gently, lovingly guide the car along.
I just have to trust that even though
I hate being
hate not knowing the details,
hate going through this tunnel of change
tunnel of transition
tunnel of letting go of my grip of control–
I just have to trust that the One who knows me
and knows my life and the way He wants me to go
will bring me to other side.
Will bring me to the other side of the car wash,
of the transition,
where the dark and obscured vision dissipates
underneath the golden sun shining through my windshield.