In the dark of darkest night
Searching for some calming peace
One hopeful shining light
The moon and stars have left me
Vanished from the skies
Hidden deep and dark within
Its murky cloud disguise
Blindly my footsteps falter
through brambles, swamp and fields
My frantic search continues
The night my vision shields
As if in answer to my cries
The night reveals her luminous guide
To light my way back to my haven
To let my fears subside
Now sitting by my warming hearth
Locked safe within its walls
I thank the guide for hearing me
Answering my calls
Home where there is family
Home where there is love
I raise my hands up to the skies
And thank the stars above
Reblogged this on Mare Martell and commented:
Perhaps I should re-title this so that it reflects the story told more clearly, but I believe that many of us need to remember being lost so we can revel when we are found.