The trail leads onward beyound my sight. Twist and turns leave me confused of not only how far I have ventured but also of which direction I travel. I worry not, for I am procupied with the journey itself. Wide eyes are careful to take in all that is around me, as the cool breeze soothes flushed skin. It is not an easy path to walk. There are many snares for the unwary foot. Eager to assist gravity in making me fall. I comfort myself with knowing that whatever lies ahead of me is far better than the horrors I left behind, and I will leave these obsticles behind as well. Ahead, beyound the next turn, I can hear him call my name. A sweet sound full of longing and confidence. He is waiting for me, patiently, eagerly, and content with my pace. He knows that when I catch up with him, I will be his companion for the rest of the journey. His love knows no fear. I am on my way and that is more than enough for Him. At the sound of his voice, both my heart and feet quicken. But as much as I long to walk beside him, I can not rush through this part of the trail. He is waiting for me, with that I must be content. It won't be much longer now, so I just keep on placing one foot in front of the other. Every step takes me one step closer to him. One step closer to home.