Dimly-Lit Path

Dimly-Lit Path
Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 1 February 2022

Eggshells narrowly escape
feet awkwardly crash between
And the load shouldered
precious, fragile, teetering

New terrain, strangely familiar
strange turns
through pit holes and trenches
gradually climbing

A torch for the feet
a necessary comfort
The direction unknown
just press on up

The terrain is rugged
But the load shouldered
precious, fragile, balanced
Is not shouldered alone

• perseverance
• guidance

recording on Suno

My Shepherd

My Shepherd
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 18 January 1998

[Stanza 1]
Often I wander
Often I stray
From the path You've chosen for me
From Your blessed way

[Stanza 2]
Often I declare
My love for You
Yet that same love I deny
In the things that I do

[Stanza 3]
But just when it seems I've gone that little too far
When my will differs from that of Your own
When Your love isn't my guiding star
When I try to go it alone

[Stanza 4]
You reach out Your hand
You draw me near
You wrap Your arms around me
In a hug so dear

[Stanza 5]
And I know Your love
A love so true
And I wonder why I do
Those things that don't please You

[Stanza 6]
Then You set me back down on my way
The path that You'd have me journey
And gently squeeze my hand to say
“Child, all the way—it's you and Me.”

• grace
• guidance

Revision

This poem has been reworked in a 2026 version.

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