and then inspiration + timing strike

Many times in my life I have found myself in a place of unrest. A place of discomfort.
It comes with a particular feeling. A particular sense.
It has become familiar.

In those times I feel a certain tug on my heart.
I hear a faint Whisper.
It tells me to keep my eyes open.
Keep my ears open.
Keep my heart open.

It tells me to be patient.
It tells me to trust.
It tells me to be obedient.

If I ignore it the uneasiness becomes a hurtful unrest.
It will be turned over to the mundane.

If I look up...
If I listen...
If I knock...

The answer comes.
The compass points.
Things do not come easy.
But they make sense.
They do not lay perfectly in place like puzzle pieces.
But they fall upon one another like stair steps.
Carrying me where I am meant to be.

-Jennifer Coomer, July 23 2009