I take a human step,
A faltering, fearful one.
The night is dark. The path is new.
The guideposts far apart and few;
And yet I must keep on.

Then suddenly I see
A distant, shining ray.
Immediately my dragging feet
With hope turn joyfully to greet
The dawning of the day.

And guideposts which were had by night
Now stand out clearly in the light.

Likewise I tread the path
Which leads from sense to Soul.
And though it's dark, and roads are rough,
And guideposts never seem enough.
I press on to my goal.

Then gratefully I see
The light of Love all round.
I recognize God's presence here;
I feel the Christ is ever near;
I know the Truth I've found.

And guideposts that had seemed so few
Are plentiful, and pointed too.

Doreen Bowden

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