I have an old
story within
my heart,
part memory,
part fairy tale
of a night I
went camping
in a forbidding
wood and as
I walked
to where my
camp was laid
beheld the
dark, impenetrable
fortress of
the trees
arrayed against
my entry.
All seemed
uncouth, all
seemed against
me. Yet on
I walked
over broken
ground, fighting
down my
fear and
trepidation,
to enter into
darkness yet
more profound
and by the
light I held
found yet
the camp I
knew prepared
and finding it
enjoyed a slumber
all the more
sublime for
winning it against
my own reluctance.
That is the
story and the
moral. Join
me there. Remain
not where
you are in
safety. Leave
what you think
you know of
light and
brave what’s
out there.
♥