Moments between indecision and choice;
Swimming through echoes to follow your voice.
I exist in these reflections of you;
Maybe I'm hoping that you see that too.
Pasts don't matter and futures are unsure,
but I know that my intentions are pure.
Recall old lines that seem to say it all:
Radiate, recognize, one silent call.
Follow the path even when I can't see,
feeling the way through on my hands and knees.
Wherever this leads is where I will be,
guided by this faith that has set me free.