The Journey

Cold is the night; the journey long,

Slowly and steadily I trudge along.

Left behind life’s comfort and fun,

To write the destiny I so much yearn.


Unknown is the fate of my journey,

And hidden are the perils and the pitfalls.

I will stumble and fall I might,

But He will pull me through the night.


Then one day the sun will glimmer,

Awaken new hopes and a dormant dreamer.

With shivering hands I will hold the quill,

And write the destiny I seek, I will.