finding our way...

All the signs point north, so we steadfastly trod south. Wondering why we can’t find our way in the desert, over the mountain and through the forests. The lights are all red but we prcoeed with out caution and wonder why we end up damaged. Don’t cross here, one way only, do not enter and we press on crossing where we shouldn’t, entering where we mustn’t always going the wrong way. It amazing that we find a place to rest at all, as we continue to wander completely in the wrong direction.
I wonder, sometimes, if that is why God made the world round. So perhaps then, eventually, going in the wrong direction we end up where we should have been, where we could have been, where we need to be.