I’m in a
forest dark and dim;
There’s as many dead logs as there are trees.
The air is cold and smells of rot and decay.
I take a few faltering steps, my progress is slow;
I’ve fallen so many times and the way is difficult.
Before me
there is no opening and I move in another direction.
Finally, in the distance I see a flicker of light through
the trees;
I still have a long difficult way to go,
But the light guides me and gives hope.
The forest
begins to look beautiful;
The trees are tall and strong.
The undergrowth is soft and green ,
And light filters through branches overhead.
I have reached
the edge of the forest;
Before me is a Light too bright to look upon.
I shade my eyes; there is a pool of sparkling water.
As I see how filthy I am, I can’t get to the pool quickly
enough;
The water is so pure and clean, and as I get out I see
that I am too.
Now I can look upon the Light and I know that
I have reached my home.
But what
of the forest? I look back . . .
I realize that the forest was the darkness of
my soul.
The hidden secrets, the sins that entangle;
Were the fallen logs of my life.
The lack of direction was my life without God.
Then I saw the Light through the trees and it showed
me The Way.