My Father's Light

My father’s light

by Rachel Roberts

2014

Cold, dark, consuming 
is this wood where I stand.

Alone without a soul to be found

I started on the path 
but somehow lost my way.

Running now heart pounding, legs on fire, 
I can find another path.

But I trip and I’m even deeper in this cold

Darkness of a wood.

The path was not cold or dark. 

It was light and hope.

Hope that someday I would find home.

Home where father and mother are.
 
Home were brothers and sisters are.
Where is the path? Will I ever find it again?

But I know I’m not good enough,

Too late for me, 
I’ll just stay here in the Darkness alone. 
Because I’m good enough.

Sobbing, broken, when a voice fills me.

Just a mere whisper on the wind, no more.

“Come child” it says kindly, “don’t despair, follow.”

Light appears, a round light, a leading light

I follow the light back through the cold darkness.

 The light leads me back to the path, it’s always strait.

Always narrow, always safe, always calm,

And I start anew on the path walking home.

I will fall again but I know my fathers light, 
the light of my fathers love, 
will always guide me back.

Because the path leads home.