Toward the Light

In the silence of the vast desert,
A sea of shifting sands, whispering with endless hopes.
A man steps forward,
Leaving behind the shadows of the familiar.
Drawn to a flaming glow,
A beacon that stirs both heart and mind.
Into the deep, starless night,
Courage, fear, hopes, and doubts—
But an unwavering faith,
To hold onto without a trail.

“Wait here,” he whispers to the others,
This journey calls him to the source of being.
He trusts their safety, secure
In the arms of the divine.
The path of his steps unknown,
A question, a prayer, a promise.

The wind carries a voice, cool and subtle,
Not in words, but woven into flame.
A burning light that flickers bright,
Yet leaves all it surrounds whole.
A dance of warmth and revelation
On the sacred mount of God.

What do we seek from the light,
Drawn by the message unknown?
Is it warmth for the journey of being,
Perhaps wisdom to guide out of the fog
Of life’s ongoing wandering?
The flame holds light, wisdom, and more.

And here we are, timeless centuries away,
A similar belief in faith,
With hearts bound by the certainty
That in the vast unknown,
The light calls us not to witness,
But to awaken—
To find life’s purpose,
In this moment and going forward.

The burning bush stands still,
A paradox of thinking and being.
A voice of clarity in the silence,
That is felt, not heard.
Greed’s shadow, anger’s heat, ignorance’s veil,
Soothed by the balm of generousity’s light,
Kindness unfurling in wisdom’s glow.
In that moment, the seeker knows,
To approach is to be transformed.

So we walk,
Toward the flame,
Feet firm on sacred soil,
Eyes eager, hearts alight,
Seeking the fire that reveals
What is and what has always been.

And in the glow,
We find ourselves like fire in still water.
Not as arrogant men of conquest,
But as souls ablaze,
Aware, humbled, and home.
On a quest for understanding,
And deeper wisdom.