A true little miracle that happened to me :-)

Morning sun pouring in through my windshield
On the daily route to the office
Here comes interruption from my phone:

Go to the bank for a new card.

The beads gleam in my fingers as if to remind me
That I was locked in conversation
And it would be rude to distract myself 
In a bid to get to a place I don't know

So, guilty, I told my Lord:

Let's carry on, and when I hail the Holy Queen
Let the bank be before me. 

And trusting in His yes, I guessed my way forward,
Turning left
                           Turning right 
                                                           Then left
                                                                                Then left
                           Then right
Not knowing where my whims would lead

All the while, my fingers stayed steady forward:
The scourging, the crowning, the carrying, 
Punctuated by "Let me turn this way."

Then despair. I parked on a shoulder,
The prayer now over but with no bank in sight.
I sorrowfully showed my remorse:

Sorry for forcing Your Hand, let me turn to Google

But now I was late for work, so reroute the plan:
Chart my course back to my original journey.

But 

As soon as I make a left turn
There it was: the un-promised surprise, 
Object of my despair, and my trust newly repaired
My little miracle for a Tuesday morning
With the sun lighting up the bank's windows:
God's Positioning System.

(c) nyonglema