The Traveller

It was a path often tread. Dreamers and drifters plenty, Each alone, yet on the same path. The main road is cobbled nicely, But rabbit trails, there are many. A little figure in white, barefoot, Confident and happy on the road. Wanting for nothing, guided lovingly, The journey has been so sweet. But what is that, just on the side? Glittering, just out of sight, The child stops and turns. To leave the path for desire, To chase after hollow dreams? She follows the new trail, So delighted time and again. But the trail is not the road, And suddenly the trail fades away. The darkness descends, a cold settles, And suddenly she is hopelessly lost. The ground rises, towering on either side And thorns grow thickly, reaching. Her cries, her shuddering and tears Attracting the dark creatures closer. Eyes that glow red and needle teeth To tear away each layer of humanity. She was so lost, the darkness was A snake, wrapping in and around everything. Constricted, the valley never ending, Dress torn, limbs brutally bruised. The Savoir was no blazing glory. He didn't bring an army of warriors. In the darkest night, the despair so tangible, Then He was there, a simple presence. "Peace, My daughter. I am here." The tears flow still, but with joy. He held her gently, the frail little life, And Life was gradually restored. "Here is the road." And the darkest valley gave way To the burning light of dawn. Flowers bloomed on either side And the birds sang happily. Life and Hope were made new.