Light

A composition written in 2001 by a dear friend (who also is a lamer cause he doesnt ever reply emails)...

Light,
by Timothy Lim

There is a light at the end of the tunnel,
A brilliant one.
I stretch out to grasp it,
Only then did I realize that my arms were not long enough.

I had to make the trip,
I had to make the effort,
A journey of miles begins in steps , they say.
It is not without pain when I realized as well, that the light was beginning to dim,
I would be trapped in darkness !!!

A darkness so thick that you can feel it,
But my soul is at peace.
There are more ways then one to get to the light,
I will be able to derive at one of them, I am sure of that.
Because I know that I was not born brilliant,
But I was not born without a mind either.

I quickly understand why I was brought into the world of man.
To conquer the darkness , to merge with light.
I understand that my every pitfall,
My every adventition,
Is merely a test of my integrity.

God is not at work behind those capasitators.
God is in the light.
God is the light.

I almost smile.
I see it clearly now.
I remember now.
If I remember clearly, I think there was once that I was one with the light .

It was pleasurable to my soul.
It's radiant glow encaptured me in almost a trance-like state.
It was only my hunger for worldly things that brought me to my current disposition.
Fragile human love.

The light...
Oh, I will cherish this moment of enlightenment for the rest of my life.

The light.
The path.
The lighted path.
The dimly lighted path.
Indeed it is my destiny...