Trusting the guidance from an inner voice

Where’er we are, a sacred voice is nigh
She whispers. If we’re quiet, we can hear.
When we are called to act, her voice is clear,
Though frequently it will not tell us why.
Distracted or distraught, we make her shout.
Disruption can be painful or unpleasant
It’s hard to feel her guidance as a present
When we had other plans to carry out.

We trust that we will never be neglected
The richest gifts are often unexpected,
As if someone knows us better than we
Know ourselves, blessings oft arrive for free.
By turns we’ll feel dark grief or be delighted —
But deepest needs will always be requited.