A voice always guides me.
Back and forth in this confused jungle
It assures me – I am not alone, somebody cares.
This voice I hear is everywhere
And every day.
Somewhat soft, truthful, smiling.
Where would we be if there was no path up and no way down?
How would we know where to look for the sun’s rising
If she never told us: Please face forward while riding this escalator?
donika emille 