Walking Through the Wood by Daphne Poiro
We walk through the wood,
You and I.
Sometimes side by side
Other times, single file.
The overgrowth that lines our path
Often encroach on our fellowship
And force you to follow me,
Or me, you.
The journey is long,
The wood, large.
When night arrives
It is scary
And the end is both near
And far, simultaneously.
But we continue to walk
By a different light;
A light of instinct
And of trust.
A light that glows
Even on the darkest paths.
Yes, we walk through a wood,
You and I
And our gentle Light
And there is no one
I’d rather walk with.
Written whilst in hospital with my wife a week before she died on Friday 29th June 2018.