Footsteps walk along,
I follow the prints in the sand
are they my own
or is carrying me
an invisible hand?
I looked out for signs
but I searched the wrong place
questions come from outside
and find their answers within.
The paths lead me
to where I once left
God is my home,
and home is myself.
The footprints are mine
the invisible hand too,
for sometimes reason fights
others the heart carries me through.
-Isabel Meine F. Vigil