You are my light,
my kindled lamp of guidance
like a twinkling star
at the mercy of a troubled night;
you take me closer and closer
to the manger of hopes
and dreams
where success rocks in a cradle
with satiating gifts
of gold, frankincense and myrrh.
My stumbling path,
though battered and bruised
in the nature of things,
keeps me hurrying along;
I am unmindful of stumbling stones
with my heart pulsating through my bones,
relentless in its pursuit
to reach for success.
And in the eye of my destiny
I will watch the vista
or the panorama,
with determination not to falter;
holding on to you
because you are my light
my kindled lamp of guidance
always and always.
i always go for content. thank you for 'an apparently simple' and economically refreshing poem. it makes me feel humble and privileged on this cold but sunny morning in Holland. john
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i always go for content. thank you for 'an apparently simple' and economically refreshing poem. it makes me feel humble and privileged on this cold but sunny morning in Holland. john