there is a stairway only I can climb
without a light in darkness and alone
although I know that peace is waiting there
beyond a gate that must remain unknown
I cannot see the bottom or the top
behind me lies a cherished memory
the future is a veiled imagining
ahead this blindness hides a mystery
I grope with just despair to light my way
although I pray to touch a guiding hand
I climb bereft of grace and filled with fear
perhaps to find my goal an empty land
I pause in wonder of this hopeless quest
still I have reached a shelter where I wait
and there is nowhere else for me to go
so here I rest till light reveals my fate
Death pauses mind in hopelessness due to appearance of sadness. But This is truth as we face death. Wonderful sharing! ..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How beautiful is the light we enjoy in life, dear Barry.We can not bare the idea that we will be prevent someday of it.Marvellously painted.
Yes indeed. The idea of nothingness is so unacceptable to most that we refuse to accept it.