The Divine Compass

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