I fumble through life with brittle legs and eyes glazed over,

A fragile soul on the brink of shattering.

Through my foggy vision,

I can make out the shapes of

power-wielding figures.

I’m engulfed in mirages of moguls

and whispers of “follow me,”

each one promising a life of ease

and a happy ending.

It is then that a beam of lights breaks through my muddled thoughts,

lighting a clear path forward—

Even still the path is not without treachery.

In fact, it’s a walk through fire,

through hardships, and through crowds of glaring eyes

casting judgement upon you.

Still I press on, following the light

that guides me on my path

and warms my spirit.

My soul, once fragile,

matures and strengthens

as I trudge through the kiln

of life experiences.

With newfound clarity

I follow the

boundless beam of light

until I come face to face

with its source, arms open,

welcoming me into

the fullness of His love

for all of eternity