Up and down the corridors of my mind.

Those dim and dusty hallways of all I've left behind.

I see defeats, trials and victories.

However small to you.

They make up who I am, so don't judge.

You have no clue.

Deep within the labyrinth of my mind.

Like the Minotaur of legend. I find.

Each turn is an adventure or a wall.

Seems every day I revisit them all.

In search of a way out. But do I really want to go?

This is my home after all.

The hallways and passages of my soul.

And deep within me what , pray tell, do I see?

I find the baby that became the man inside of me.

He is lonely but assured of love divine.

A love like he has never known.

On this plane of woe and moan.

I still must search. For within.

There should be. Some turn, some path.

A trick or forgotten key.

That I may use.

No there is no trick to make it along the road.

Simply follow the savior and make it home.

Jesus is along the path with a lamp to light

my way. So now I can make it home.

Someday.

Phil G. Inman Sr. 2010