A Small Flashlight

The way is dark up ahead of me.

The way is dark and I cannot see.

What I love the most is a flashlight beam,

Lighting up the way when I cannot see.

The way unfolds like an open hand.

The way unfolds like I didn’t plan.

And only in looking back do we understand,

That the way was true as an open hand.

Over trials and trouble I've already come.

And the net appeared when I needed one.

Yes the road is dark and the ground is rough,

Most the time a flashlight has to be enough.

We move forward one step at a time,

Wide-eyed and hopeful, lost and half blind,

Mistake by mistake, we all learn to be kind.

There is so much to see and to realize,

If I could close my mouth and open up my eyes

And the world will tell us more than enough lies.

But we’ll find our way with a small flashlight.