Friday, September 09, 2011

journey home

a world that started
and stopped with you
although you were
just apparition
that deserted, left
at glimpse of glitter
to find rays of gold
where lay shimmer
of your horizon -
i stumbled, i fell
withdrew my hand
that none were there
to reach or hold
I looked beyond
and saw Him beckon
to candle of His hope
I've groped my way
to reach my goal -
His shelter
is now my haven.

1 comment:

Shivani Singh said...

:)Finally that's where we all seek."His shelter is now my haven"