The Hallway

I search for an answer;



Something to guide me,



But the only things I know



Are the Questions inside me.







I get up and walk,



Down a long, dark hallway.



I hold tight unto the railing,



Trying my hardest not to fall away.







I see a pure white light behind a distant clear door;







I chase it, losing grip,



It fades away into darkness, causing me to trip.



In the sinister darkness I can’t find the rail,



Quaking in silence, I know I have failed.







I drop to my knees and can’t help but cry,



Until through my despair, I hear a voice, and open my eyes.



In the midst of the darkness, I can clearly see,



A pure, perfect hand reaching out towards me.







Comforting warmth filled my heart,







Assuring me it was right,



As my trembling hand made its way to His light;



I followed the direction He led me to go,



Then after much darkness that light restarted its glow.







I felt the touch of the rail,



And I knew I’d been saved.



But when I turned back to thank Him,



He had already gone away.







With a prayer of thanks in my heart and mind,



The light at the end of the hallway still shined.



This time I carefully followed the path,



And even if I fell away, I was soon carried back







Finally I reached the end, to that door,



That I felt I had visited at least once before.



As I entered the room, it all became clear:



I was to come down the path to make it back here.

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