For me there is no better sight Than the guiding of the light. Shining upon and appearing at last, The golden path reflecting, rising up from the past. Revealing a means, a way, the pilgrimage of elders, Earned the faith to walk upon waters. No longer questioning, wandering which way to go, Taking a bow to please, onwards says show. Illuminated by the light's gentle grace, Each step forward, a sacred pace. With wisdom of the past, I tread with care, Trusting the journey, with faith to spare. The path ahead, both clear and bright, Guides my soul through the darkest night. In the glow of the light, I find my way, Following the call, come what may. For in this radiance, I find my peace, The wandering thoughts begin to cease. The pilgrimage of old, a tale retold, Of courage, of faith, of hearts being bold. With each step taken, a new chapter unfolds, As the light guides me, my story molds. No longer lost, for standing upright, I move forward, guided by the light.