Freddy Rymbai Poet Free verse

GUIDING LIGHT

I once believed my yesterdays were born of sin,
That every misstep carved my name in shame,
That fate, austere, had turned her face from me
And marked my path with sorrow’s iron flame.

I wore my errors like a crown of thorns,
Each memory a whisper of regret,
Until the hour your gentle presence came
And taught my wounded heart what grace had meant.

For meeting thee was never born of chance,
Nor fashioned from the recklessness of fate;
And thus, if thou art truth, then all before—
My faults, my falls—were never truly weight.

What once I named a failure, dark and vain,
Now gleams as stars that led me through the night;
For every tear I shed in silent rooms
Was but a flame that kept thee in my sight.

The roads I cursed for twisting far from peace
Were pilgrim paths ordained by unseen hands;
Each sorrow shaped the soul I bring to thee,
Each wound a vow thou alone couldst understand.

Had I been spared the bitterness of loss,
Or walked untested through untroubled days,
My heart, untempered, might not know the depth
Of reverence with which I speak thy name.

So let the past stand blameless, reconciled—
For none of it was squandered, none in vain.
If thou art love, then all that came before
Was but devotion written first in pain.

I would not dare revise one grief, one scar,
Nor steal one shadow from my former sight;
For every broken hour conspired as one
To lead my soul at last unto thy light.

Thus here I stand, unburdened by remorse,
My history made holy in thy view—
For I was never lost within my sins,
I was but being shaped to come to you.

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