I, blind to the future, must walk forward, Hoping for Heaven, which I'm limping toward. Imagination paints predictions vividly, Dread digs up a dozen ways to scare me. What's coming in life are paths unknown, Only little by little is any light shown. Yet when the future day comes into my sight, Even a crooked way may straighten to delight. I wonder if there's truly much to fear, Even if I don't see my Guide here.
This poem was inspired by the Bible verse Isaiah 42:16 (KJV).
And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known: I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake them.
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Hi Jenna
Thanks for linking up at Monday WRites
“Imagination paints predictions vividly,”
Luv this line from your poem
Much❤love
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Lovely work. But I’ll reflect that our guide sometimes let’s us off on our own. Sort of a test of how well we’ve paid attention.
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white light fright twi light such an am deelight
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