WALK WITH ME

As I look back upon the path that Life has set me on... I see times cold, dark and lonely in places I have gone.

There were spots of gray surrender; no desire to travel more... When it seemed that Life would hurt me less if I denied the open door.

But, this Life gives you decisions: move along or end it all. So I gathered up and stumbled on, though fearing I might fall.

The path was long and treacherous; darkness covered like a cape. Alone and cold and beaten... I'd given up on my escape.

In the distance through the darkness... a pinpoint of bright light. I raced toward it to crash on through... hoping that I might !!

Then I fell into a sunlit field, flowered like a yellow sea And you were standing in the midst, your hand outstretched to me.

I went to you and took your hand. "Walk with me." you had said. We started off across the field; this all buzzing in my head.

We've since walked mossy mountain trails and beaches of golden sand. The paths are warm and happy ones... with you holding my hand.

February 5, 1999