Searching for a Lodestar

When things all around

Seem to be in a broken state,

With broken people, broken hearts,

Empty souls, obverse morality

Abounding like grass in a jungle.

When things already

Seem to have fallen apart.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Is nowhere to be felt.

When the heaviness of circumstances

Make the will wilt like plants

On hot summer afternoons.

It is precisely in such moments that

Where do we find the wherewithal

To stand under the blazing sun?

Slowly but steadily being burnt

By its ever-glowing ember-like rays.

With the fear of the uncertain,

And the palpable sense of gloom

Clouding the judgement continuously,

Search for a lodestar

Becomes the de rigueur thing

So that we can save our souls

Even when clutching at

Straws in this ocean of life.

The lodestar would act

Like a compass of the mariner

Helping traverse the vast ocean of life

Touching ports of call

Loading cargoes of all sorts of emotions

And unloading them all especially

Love and happiness.

So, what would be the lodestar?

The texts? The word of God? (if there is any)

Morality and ethics?

Or plain common human sense

Which gets rid of obfuscations,

And shines brightly under the gaze of

human reason and compassion?

That would be another search

To be undertaken 

Ever and ever again

Till the human being struggles

And survives

After that the human being

dies.