​"The Step"

by Brian G. Daigle
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Amidst the pain of suffered years
There stands a brightened lane.
If only my eyes would see its path 
And remind me once again. 

I squint and wipe for clearer sight
But dimmed and veiled are they. 
I look east and up and toward a sun 
Who spills its warm array. 

If eyes were all I needed here 
To set forth where I should go 
Then friend I'd find,
Whose eyes aren't blind,
And trust they weren't a foe. 

But what I need, oh yes, I have 
My feet and faith and trust 
That down this lane I'm bound to step,
And take that step I must.