Fathering

I walk down a brightly lit path, arrows pointing in the right direction to go.
If it were not for this being, I would not be on this path, I would not be where I am.
I am guided by a light.
When I am engulfed in darkness with nowhere to turn, I have my light to shine.
My light will shine so bright it is clear what route I must take, where I must go.
Every forward step taken towards the unknown, I am confident.
I have everything behind me, the support of relentless creatures to battle for me when I am in peril.
The most dominant, is this light. This light will never flicker or fade for as long as it lives, for as long as I live.
What is even more remarkable is this light and myself, are guided by a brighter light.
A light that fends off all evils and guides the guide to guide the lamb.
My light is a lion, and our light is all of that.
My light is imperfect, but it is there for me.
My light has the experience, the knowledge and the wisdom to push me forward.
It cannot carry me, that is my burden.
But if I fall it will catch me, and again I will move onward.
The future is the destination. And the light is my guide.
One day I will repay this light, until then it lives for me.