Each footfall hums a higher thread
The path beneath— by Grace is fed
No compass wrought by human hand
Could chart the course the Heavens plan
A whisper stirs the soul’s ascent
Direction born of Firmament
No map to hold, no guide to see
Yet every step is Destiny
An unseen Force— a Gentle Knell
Resounds within, an inner Spell
The soil we tread, the air we breathe
Are woven scripts none could conceive
Oh, quiet Power that charts our way
Through shadowed night and blinding day
Each trembling stride, a sacred chord
Each forward move— Thy silent Word