Each day, for years, on roads of thankless drudge,
So dark that life its light did not bestow,
My journey had become ensnared in sludge,
Like pipe when choking roots deny its flow.

In need of path from out this life so mired
If e’er my travel forward would proceed,
I squirmed with outstretched arms ‘fore time expired
That, once again, the light my way would lead.

Through black of clouds, I thought I ne’er could breach,
She struck as bright as lightning’s flash through night’s
Dark sky and forged my soul to live for each
New day. Now travel I to unthought heights.

Her light does lead and draw me through the clouds
I soar unbound with sunshine as my shroud.
copyright©Thomas Powers, 2007


Copyright © 2007 Thomas Powers

05/29/2007

Posted on 06/09/2008
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