And when the door swung wide
In the lustrous light stood a child
Come, leave the darkness she said
Cross over, join me in the light
Your journey does not end here
It simply changes form
The you that you are now becomes
The you that you once were.
Seek again the purity of youth
Once again dare to dream, to imagine
Remember again when all was possible
Before you ventured beyond innocence
Come, take my hand, begin to trust again
Let me guide you to the other side
We are but one. Do not fear. It has been said
“A little child shall lead them”
I am that child. We are that child.
Welcome to salvation
About oldmainer
I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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