The Unseen

Behind the realities, the secret's hide.

Carved on an unseen rock, by an undiscovered author.

For in shadowy gloom, deception lies,

A heart that sought not truth, but pleasure.

And a soul that strayed into the dread realm,

Knows not the radiance, but darkness and aloneness.

But Hope on it's gallant steed, in all it's reflective armour, will rescue the lost,

From the dark valley of dread,

And set it's countenance, filled with determination,

Toward the land's of peace and joy, ignoring all that Would cause it to stray from it's path.

And bring the wounded soul into the country of

Belonging and Comfort.

Trust is there to be relied upon.

Truth is there to be believed.

Love is there, carved into the heartstone.

And painted in many colours.

Leading and lighting the way for the traveller.

And with illuminated text, brings him home.