Finding Light in Dark Places

Stumbling over something, the sounds of my feet crashing on the forest flooring echoing through my head. I slip, catch myself and continue.

Where am I going? Everything looks the same. Shadows wrap around me like a cold blanket of night. I can’t see a thing.  My head is spinning. My heart beat racing to the beating crash of my feet.  Where am I going?  Am I even slowing?

Out of the night shines the day.  I beam of light to brighten my way.  A sprinkle of hope.  A spark of light that I almost pass by.  And I begin to cry.

Finding light in dark places.