Follow Me

A cumulonimbus cloud enveloped my sky, Threatening to rain down a torrent of pain. An ocean of commotion swirled in my brain. My attempts to bandage the wounds turned in vain. I saw only the receding vistas of light, And night prowling like a stealthy thief. The past chilled my mind like hanging icicles, And I felt so heavy with frozen grief. I inched my way up like a tardy snail. My life got riddled with contradictions. I felt I was waylaid, lost, bruised, and beaten. From every corner, I met only constrictions. When irredeemably lost in the labyrinth of life, I heard an inner voice assuring me, “Don’t worry, your life is in my hands. Nobody always gets his way! Follow me! I will walk in front as your all-time guide. I will mend your scars and heal your wound. I will hold your hand when you totter. If fallen, I will lift you up from the ground.” In an instant, I felt my tethers getting broken, And my soul embracing all that is dear. From the cage I knew I was flying out. I saw the sky beyond, lying blue and clear! Now I am on a journey of redemption, Determined to follow Him wherever He directs. I tell myself- “Nothing is beyond retrieval.” Feel freed of everything that obstructs.