Something uplifting to start your week.
A step taken in darkness
Towards a steady, burning flame.
Feet quest ever forward
Testing the ground again.
Each step somehow finds purchase
And carries the traveler on
Though some steps hang in the balance
And the road narrows, but never gone.
The light, though small, never waves
And shows the lost soul its way
And on the traveler stumbles
Through the long night into day.
When the lost soul has found it
The light burns ever on
And the weary traveler kneels
And rests till coming of dawn.
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