Metaphor poem about life and Christ helping us through it |
I search for an answer; Something to guide me, But the only things I know Are the Questions inside me. I get up and walk, Down a long, dark hallway. I hold tight unto the railing, Trying my hardest not to fall away. I see a pure white light behind a distant clear door; I chase it, losing grip, It fades away into darkness, causing me to trip. In the sinister darkness I can’t find the rail, Quaking in silence, I know I have failed. I drop to my knees and can’t help but cry, Until through my despair, I hear a voice, and open my eyes. In the midst of the darkness, I can clearly see, A pure, perfect hand reaching out towards me. Comforting warmth filled my heart, Assuring me it was right, As my trembling hand made its way to His light; I followed the direction He led me to go, Then after much darkness that light restarted its glow. I felt the touch of the rail, And I knew I’d been saved. But when I turned back to thank Him, He had already gone away. With a prayer of thanks in my heart and mind, The light at the end of the hallway still shined. This time I carefully followed the path, And even if I fell away, I was soon carried back Finally I reached the end, to that door, That I felt I had visited at least once before. As I entered the room, it all became clear: I was to come down the path to make it back here. - See more at: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Elisey/832769/#sthash.DrJRxZyW.dpuf |