My Path to Peace
Walking a dimly lit path,
no tools to light my way.
Ignoring the signs,
dark shadows give rise,
occluding the little light I once had.
Overcome by fear and uncertainty.
Allowing them to guide me
down a path once paved,
now covered with
dirt and gravel.
Pothole after pothole,
exhausted and *****
I reach a broken wooden sign.
"DEAD END"
Nowhere to go,
I sit and pray.
Shadows disappear,
I hear his voice.
"Turn around my child,
use my light to see the signs.
They will guide you along your way.
To an everlasting life,
filled with joy and peace.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC
My Path to Peace
Walking a dimly lit path,
no tools to light my way.
Ignoring the signs,
dark shadows give rise,
occluding the little light I once had.
Overcome by fear and uncertainty.
Allowing them to guide me
down a path once paved,
now covered with
dirt and gravel.
Pothole after pothole,
exhausted and *****
I reach a broken wooden sign.
"DEAD END"
Nowhere to go,
I sit and pray.
Shadows disappear,
I hear his voice.
"Turn around my child,
use my light to see the signs.
They will guide you along your way.
To an everlasting life,
filled with joy and peace.
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