The Clearing

The Clearing
Dark Tunnels shrouded my faith
Like the mist that gathers at the harbor
My running was a timeless race
The finish line, an open space
I saw angels dressed in black robes
As they laughed at my futile ways
The road to peace was a murky highway
Winding itself around my air supply
Dark tunnels were my only way out
They offered what little they had to me
I cried, I ran, I restored my faith
The light at the end
How glorious was thy beauty
Through the clearing
Heaven opened up its heart to me
I found my place
My home sweet home

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