Stony mountain peak obscured
Behind greying, thickening cloud,
Its mystic secrets hidden deep
Underneath its misty shroud.
Yet through breaks in the shadows
Of obscurity there shines
The golden star that warms the earth
With its radiance sublime.
Nature reaches to the sun,
Embracing its warmth and light,
Harvesting all it needs from
That incandescent source of life.
Beyond that rugged mountain
Lies the Shadowland of Sorrow
Where the all-pervading darkness
Veils the beauty of Tomorrow.
The way ahead is dangerous,
An uneven, rocky road,
And though I do not walk alone
I must carry a heavy load.
Fearful of what may entrap me,
Longing for comfort or help,
Blinded by beasts I cannot see –
Life is obscured by life itself.
I persevere in this journey
Where the light so rarely shines
For each obstacle reminds me
‘Tis not the darkness that defines.
These shadows are ephemeral,
Existing only in the light;
Their power is merely temporal,
Hiding deeper truths from sight.
What is seen beyond the obstacles
Is where one’s character is shown:
There are many more things possible
Than what has been seen or known.
So I press on toward Tomorrow
And trust I’ll walk in the sun
Beyond the sinister shadows
When my sojourning days are done.
©2017 Joanne Van Leerdam
This poem and fifty others are now published in a new collection: The Passing Of The Night.