Pioneer of Possibility

The way ahead has not been mapped,

For none have gone before me.

I cannot follow trails or tracks,

No, this is a new story. 

This crossroads begs no turning back;

Ahead is all I know.

And yet without a guide or map,

Wherever shall I go?

To climb a mountain yet unseen,

Or ford river wide,

Or sail across an unknown sea

Will take more than my pride. 

I must learn how to blaze a trail,

Since others long to come.

A guiding light might still prevail,

So steady, I go on. 

No roads, no maps, no trails or tracks

And yet, perhaps one tool

A compass may yet guide my path

And lead me by its rule.

The One True North will call to me

When darkness clouds my view.

With time and care I’ll learn to see

And find the best way through. 

Into the woods I go at last,

The country undiscovered.

The future pulls me from the past

And I will travel onward.

The ancient ways will cast out fear,

And then I’ll be set free.

I find myself a pioneer

Of possibility.

Author: Melody Farrell

Melody Farrell is the co-founder and acquisitions editor of Lost Poet Press. She also serves as co-pastor of Element Church Tampa and operations manager of Echo Media Group. She is associate director of Circle A Ranch, a program which teaches teenagers principles of leadership. She serves on the board of Grow Into You Foundation, a non-profit that provides coaching, mentoring, and housing for teens aging out of the foster care system. She is a wife, podcaster, musician, and mother of two from Sarasota, Florida.