We all need a compass that works

all the time day and night,

in any weather,
and whatever armies are marching
Pointing
True North
to remind us of where our roads can lead,
and the reason for all our efforts
In the cold morning, campside,
this is warmth, and strength returning,
and dawn on the mountain
We need a compass that cant fall from our hand,
or be taken,
or manipulated, or obscured
but a sense of direction that is in us,
that unites us with other travelers,
and is a bracing call
to all our brothers and sisters