I walk seeking shelter from the storm

and enter a tunnel of darkness,

filled with artificial light but feel no brilliance.

I enter broken, seeking healing;

my frailty waltzes through my life…

offering sorrow and punishment,

not promise.

But pain does not compose my symphony;

I no longer hide behind my mortal scars

for this is not God.

No longer diminished by my fears,

I walk in vigilance,

no longer obsessed by man’s mortal fear

of sickness and death.

I know and feel the love God gives.

My spirit is strong,

and no longer will I walk in the tunnel of darkness.

God’s Light is my guide.

©Russell Kendall Carter