The Lantern Bearers

My fellow pilgrims on life’s path, I greet you here today To share a tale of gratitude For help along our way. Our best route is the straightest path, And narrow from the gate. But most of us went crashing through As though we couldn’t wait To see the things in store for us, The sights that life would bring, Not knowing that the track is steep And dangers wait to sting. A plethora of vistas wait For those with eyes to see But fog can sometimes block our view As daylight starts to flee. It’s in these dark and tricky parts Where angels come to play, With lanterns born above their gaze To light the hidden way. And when we pass beyond their light, Another’s overlaps, Until we’ve reached the sun again And crossed the risky gaps. These angels are but humble souls; A neighbor down the road Who walks their path with righteous steps, And shoulders others’ load. God bless these lantern bearers! Without them I’d be lost And never find my way back home Despite the distance crossed.