Kathlyn L. Kingdon - Darkness

Night falls, and I am alone.
The Path stretches endlessly before me,
And into the darkness I press on.
Creation beckons, and I must go.
I tell myself the weariness I feel
Is not real; the darkness not heavy.
Deep within, some vast voicelessness
Cries out to the Source of my Being.
The clouds part, a star appears.
I am redeemed - for now.

Kathlyn L. Kingdon

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