The Valley of Shadows

In the shaft of rescuing light, I see

I was not wrong,

need bear no shame,

for letting myself fall into shadow

I’m not expected to prevent

the cold dark spires

from passing over me,

the deepened gloom

from seeping in

It’s been foretold that this would happen

not once but regularly,

for which I am given instruction:

Walk through.

Walk through without fear:

Neither the shadow 

nor the saving light

are your creation

But my feet are mine

and the light within

(though it seem tiny in its distance)

will ever seek its own

and pull me through.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 8, 2015