The Lighted Path
As I travel down this well worn path,
Full of many experiences good and bad.
The trail grows dark from time to time,
But I keep pressing on.
My way is lit by an inner light,
Help from above that is inside.
And though the trail is dark and scary,
I see naught but a path of candles.
April 28th, 2005 at 2:04 pm
I really like this poem. You’ve snagged what I think a lot of
People feel and your imagery is beautiful.