NOT ALL WHO WONDER ARE LOST

There he goes, there she goes, I wonder where they headed. He looks happy, she looks, wait, I’m not too sure. She looks like she’s pretending to be okay, but the little tear drops that suddenly begins to form in her sad eyes is giving her game away, she seems lost. I’m standing on the bridge, watching them go there separate ways……Which way do I go now…?

Before I start to decide which way to go, I begin to ask myself, why I’m standing on this bridge, why does it feel as if I’m waiting on something or someone. The rain starts to pour, I’m somehow not bothered by this, I still continue to stand and wait…waiting on what?

Now it’s getting dark, I’m getting cold; I slowly turn around just to find no one around me, I begin to move forward. I’m looking left and right as if I’m waiting on a sign from the unknown. I close my eyes and begin to pray, “Which way do I go God?” I open my eyes and without thinking, I proceed left. I suddenly begin to walk quickly, I feel afraid, it’s dark, and I’m alone. This road seems long. Maybe I should’ve turned right, no no, no, I will not turn around now.

Suddenly I see a little light shinning brightly from a distance, I begin to run.
As I approach the light, I see a young man walking toward me with his hand out, as if he’s my saviour for the night. I halt and looked up to him and asked him who he was, he replied, “that’s not important right now, do not fear, not all who wonder are lost….”