Then and Now, by Drew

Where was I before I came here?
Hungry for answers and lost in my fear.
Praying for Spirit to come near
But resistant and scared of the Guidance I’d hear.

Secluded, isolated, alone with my lonely self,
Small candle of hope gathering dust high up on a shelf.
Standing arms outstretched, pretending I’m free,
Free to roam,
Then brought to my knees from the pain
Of not knowing the way Home.

And now, my call has been heard,
I let go of opinions that I’m completely absurd.
I’ve met brothers and sisters who walk on my path,
We lift each other up and away from the dark.
For this is a journey of the heart,
Cracking, opening, lighting up the parts
That had been forgotten and denied,
No longer running and no desire to hide.

I can see the end of the quest.
No more tests.
Losing my fear of death.
No need to fret.
My overworked mind now can rest.