Wandering, Not Lost

The dark nimbus clouds drifted over me from the sinking hazy horizon obscure, and on these I saw etched as scars the image of my marooned mind, as I wandered forlorn in the alley of despair under the seamless sky of sorrow. The shards of broken dreams drizzled from the melting morose clouds, drenched me with the shower of gloom. Gliding on the surging cascade of agony, emanating from the slumped soul, in the swirling storm of devastating angst I searched for the peaceful trail of tranquility. As the sun rose from the dark abyss of night I was suffused with divine light of golden dawn, perceived the radiant grace of the almighty, illumining the new pathway for a new journey, to return from the edge of the desolate wasteland, where I had been wandering aimless for so long. I then found the novel direction to travel to the beguiling inner bay of bliss. Guided by the pole star shining with God’s glow, I would walk resolutely devout, not lost. December, 14, 2021 Title chosen : Wandering, Not Lost Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol 27 Sponsor : Edward Ibeh