Journey to the Light

A life of fear or a life of light? The choice is yours.

Pain is a journey,
spiritual, emotional, physical
toil.
Step by dark step.

Pain leads to the forest,
monsters at every turn.
Voices, voices, voices.

Where is the stillness, the respite?
Who can silence the voices,
stop the monsters?
My weapons fail me.

I have fellow travelers.
They too are weak, broken,
their weapons also fail.
How will this end?

There is a light beyond the forest,
bright, blinding, terrible.
The luminescence beckons,

But I am so afraid.

I drag my feet.
I hate the pain,
but I am scared of the light.
The way is hard,
the ransom is my life.
I am not worthy to approach.

My Savior is a lion,
beautiful, wonderful,
wild, untameable.
I want to hide.

Will he heal me?
Can I afford to lose the pain?
The stakes are high.

I step forward,
hesitating,
then withdraw
My forest is scary,
but familiar.

I step forward once more.
I look around,
my fellow travelers fall back.
Who will join with me?
Must I journey to the Light alone?
What is my path?
What will they think?

I take another step.
The voices are screaming at me.
Don't go there!
You will die!

One voice whispers,
journey forth,
give up your fear.
I want to believe that small voice,
but the safety of familiarity
beckons.

The pain intensifies.
burning inside day and night.
The voices snarl,
the monsters growl.
My forest is so dark,
but the light is too terrible.

I want to trust.
I am so tired of the pain.
I look straight ahead at the light.

Suddenly
the voices quiet,
the travelers fall away.
I run to the light.

And I am never the same.