On a road you cannot see
“My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me.”
Merton wrote this as a monk, years into a life chosen precisely so that it would have direction. The admission is all the more striking for that: even there, he could not see the road.
The prayer does not ask for the road to be shown. It goes on walking without the view, trusting that the wish to go well counts for something. Uncertainty is not treated as a problem to clear before moving, but as the ground moved on.