Like a thin cloud settles down upon you
Or a loose garment of clothing unravels from your body
And suddenly the mind and will weaken
Distracted, even scattered about;
Anxiety, fear and anger, raw competition
The fruit of this world-
When to pick it
How and where
By yourself or with help
Ripened on the vine or branch, or off;
Lots of people come and go
Many different things written and spoken
All directions pointed to
Thoughts only become twisted
So many words just fall to the ground,
Very little remembered!
Eyes close at last
Tired hands cover the ears
The head turns upwards in surrender,
All seems lost, nothing found;
Then, a tiny "sparkle" appears
Nearly as a star
Far beyond the moon,
And the small light begins to grow
The heart awakens a little
And seeks to draw closer
As this new light becomes brighter, much brighter
Something calms the soul within
Quiets the mind, clears the thoughts
And this Light only grows into a new path seen
Leads to a "narrow road" discovered
Comes at last to a Gate of Humility;
Another one gladly bows
And enters fully into the Shepherd's arms.