Divine Intervention

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

She had no compass

Or tracks to follow.

She was surrounded by the unfamiliar.

Insects chittered

And trees rustled

But it was the sound of voices

And warm laughter –

Human, but a blessing all the same –

That brought her back home.

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