The night comes quickly e'er I walk
and seek the way to sorrow's end.
Before the path would take me home,
my guiding light is growing dim.

Yet still I venture on this path, though
never knowing where it will lead.
A craving in my belly drives me
For it alone can find it's need.

Our inner guide will take us onward
though often we are torn apart.
It knows the tempest of our soul,
the raging hunger in our heart.

But when we come upon the wood,
the trees become too tall, too dense.
We're frightened by the sounds of night,
We cannot find our inner sense.

A thousand voices start to banter,
"Now go forward,  NO!   Go back!"
And then the tears of angst befall us
following to mock our lack.

Eventually we lose our footing
and tumble weary to the ground.
Alone, we sink into despondence,
no light, no comfort to be found.



Then just when we have given up
all hope of finding any peace,
An angel stands upon our path
and bids our helpless cries to cease.

With loving arms, he pulls us upward
and firmly takes us by the hand.
He says, "If you would reach your stargate,
don't ever stop, you'll lose your stand!"



He listens to your tearful wailing,
and lets you empty every doubt.
Confusion's prison door breaks loose;
He gently tugs and leads you out.

You see he is God's messenger,
so walk with him, you know you MUST!
He nourishes you with love unbounded
and earns your heart's most sacred trust.



He spreads his giant wings around you
He makes you warm, and so secure.
His words are strong, profound, enthralling
The sound of TRUTH is rich and pure.

You drink them deeply one by one so
You can hold them in your heart.
Your strength renewed, your path enlightened,
You and your guide will never part.



Your faith revived, your desperate tears
are all but dried upon your face,
This Messenger from beyond the years
Has given you a hiding place.

A place of safety, Heaven's shelter
from all the clamour in your mind.
His trace upon your heart assures you
again this shelter you will find.



You beg him ne'er to leave your side
but walk along with you some more!
You want to lean on this dear Angel
until you come to Heaven's door.

But in his wisdom he reminds you
The path ahead is yours alone.
So carry on my dear, and know
The prizes gained will be your own.



A succor's gifts to ease life's send
and ossify the Spirit's lead
can help the wounds to swiftly mend
and cauterize the heart's slow bleed.

The path ne'er ends, yet upward climbs
tho footsteps sometimes weary grow
But love that's found at teary bends
will cause us onward yet to go.

      

 

My Thanks to CB for the loving care that inspired this poem.