Do you still speak?

Where now that voice

That once did speak in tone

So quiet, yet

Consoling me

When I felt cold, alone?

When I had doubts,

I’d turn my gaze

To you, and you would fill

My soul with peace

To know you here,

To warm this soul from chill.

Now have you ceased

To speak to me?

Or have my ears been closed?

For I hear not

Those guiding words,

Which way of Truth exposed.

Too much? Too fast?

Too little? Slow?

Where? How can I now know,

If muted voice

Of guide unheard,

If you the way don’t show?

If I can’t see

The road ahead,

My Guide, then lead me blind!

That I still walk

My homeward trek,

At last my goal to find.