Angel of Instead
When you ask for help
a boulder may roll
down into your path
tempting you to curse it
and throw away your faith in prayers
but if you crouch low
you may discover
not exactly a boulder
but the Angel of Instead
tipping you off to the side,
into the unmapped berry-wild,
the unconsidered solution.
serene artist 
This is lovely. I’ve often ended up in the “unmapped berry-wild”!
Thank you for reading! Your comment inspired me to include this poem in my book, which is in the final stages of prep for publication. Blessings to you!