we are in the forest, walking.
it goes on endlessly.
radiant, glorious light comes from every angle.
it floods the forest with love.
we are all questing after the source of the light.
that is why we are here, walking.
the tree's are tall.
the path is rocky, narrow.
sometimes we see footprints of those who came before us.
sometimes the path has never been trod upon.
i was in this forest.
stumbling through the dense growth.
my clumsy feet trip on roots and rocks.
often times i wander, aimlessly. lost.
and He comes along.
He takes my hand, and gently leads me forward.
but many times i unlace my fingers from His.
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