Journey by Jennifer Osufsen (An Easter Poem)
Journey by Jennifer Osufsen I meandered through the gray, another shadow in a forest of forlorn shades. Black thorns snagged at my withered rags and I stumbled, snared on rocks underfoot. Thus I traveled, weary and battered, a faceless specter in a writhing mass of sameness. From the midst of the mass a voice said a word. It felt vaguely familiar, magnetic, as though the word lived inside me, and I around it. Yet I shook my head, tossing free the irritant, continuing to stumble and rise. Then off to the right, the leaden sky brightened, a dab of white shoved aside the steel. From this white, the voice called once more, and my heart beat this word: Name. The voice knew my name. It called from the shadows, drawing me toward the white. Light. It was light! How marvelous, and strange. So gazing around me at those struggling with me, I departed from the path. The voice shouted my Name, and I began to run. Fear fled as I approached the ligh...