Hands outstretched in front of me,

Not a glimmer can I see;

Carefully groping through the dark,

Searching for an unseen mark.

 

The blackness that’s in my mind,

Has rendered me almost blind;

Where to go and what to do

Is unclear—I have no clue.

 

We must endure, we must seek,

To find some light that we can keep;

It always comes to you and me,

If we keep searching patiently.

 

For me the light came from a friend

Who thoughtfully a book did lend;

And like a beacon in the night,

Suddenly I saw the light.

 

The way’s now lighted far ahead,

And I no longer feel dread.

For all the light she gave to me,

I’ll be thankful eternally.

 

—29 November 2012