Walking down a darkened street filled with questions, hope, and uncertainty,
Not knowing much of anything, except that nothing is in perpetuity.
A desk in the dark, the dog didn’t bark, and something good was just out of reach,
The moonlight upon it,
The cover was worn, but,
A new outlook was found down that street.
The book, he thought, capital T-H-E, everyone’s heard of the story,
We know all about Him, His grace, and His Glory,
But how could this not be a sign?
He opened the cover and started to wonder,
If the answers were all inside.
This time he won’t miss it,
He’ll start, and he’ll finish,
And grant his own wishes, he won’t miss a beat,
Genesis to Samuel, the Kings, and Peter,
It took over a year, but that’s what was needed,
On through the chapters until John three
He soaked in the proverbs, compared them to our world,
And everything started to shine,
He passed on his wisdom,
And boy did I listen,
Because I wanted that faith to be mine.
Now I tread the path he once did roam,
Where streetlights flicker, casting their glow.
The stories shared now guide my feet,
A solace found, a faith replete.
When shadows loom and doubts arise,
I reach for the book, so worn, so wise.
Its pages bridge the past and now,
With words that comfort, a sacred vow.
Their voices; I hear, a soothing balm,
In whispered tones, a calming psalm.
A bond that stretches beyond life’s span,
In faith and love, I understand.
This journey’s not a final place,
But a voyage of growth, of light, and grace.
Each day a chance to learn and share,
The flame of faith beyond compare.
When I pondered life’s grand and endless hymn,
When I thought that forever was just a whim,
I hadn’t met Love, or God, or Jim.
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