Fog and Hand

A path not curvy or winding, but moving straight ahead appears in the dense fog of the forest. A hand reaches out to take mine; I grasp the hand and feel myself pulled along behind it. I do not know where we are going, and I am not sure that it matters anymore. All that matters now is that I have found my way to the clearing in the forest, and a hand infused with both strength and wisdom has found me. Questioning and doubting the hand will prove fruitless, surrender and trust are the only ways to make it through the forest alive.