The Unseen Hand

Life never walks the road we plan,
it turns without warning, soft or steep.
Just when we believe we understand,
it changes while we sleep.

Some call it luck, a random flame,
some name it blessing, whispered and kind.
Either way, it reshapes our frame,
and rewrites what we thought we’d find.

A fall becomes a hidden door,
a loss, a path we couldn’t see.
Was it chance… or something more,
guiding us where we’re meant to be?

Life never explains its hand
it only moves, and asks us to trust the land.