Beacon Of Hope

“See the light at the end of the tunnel” they say

‘What tunnels?’ comes to my mind,’Cant find the tunnel so I caint see no light. How rediculous!’

Darkness surrounds me,consumes me; is a consort to my anxiety with all the concomitant of depression.

So dark, so heavy, where is the tunnel that has the light?

I need to find this mystical tunnel.

“Here” a friend said, “come with me, to this meditation place.”

‘Not another over the top expensive dead end spiritual path’, I thought. I this is a series of lines

It’s free”

‘O yaa how free is free’

After 30 years they have never asked for a penny and are the proffer of the light let alone the tunnel, which is actually an illuminated path for my spiritual journey to the light.

The light that shines bright on this spiritual path is ME, as God lit my light.

By Jennifer Forrest

From: Australia