My Travels

I can still remember the darkness,

a very small burden to bear,

like a conscious little reminder

of the time I spent traveling there.


It keeps me steadfast in the direction

that I am determined to be going,

down the path of righteousness and truth, 

with my faith that is continuously growing.


Where the light shines down on you brightly

and you can feel its healing rays,

washing away the clouds and shadows

with a promise of love-filled days.


It's not just something to dream of,

it's a truth that should be commonly known,

a day spent with God is a miracle,

a practice that can be learned but not shown.

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