The Guiding Light



He walked the path where shadows lay,

And lit the dark with wisdom’s ray.

He held no chains of creed or name,

For all he served, for all the same.


Where mountains stood in solemn might,

He spread the dawn, he raised the light.

A book, a school, a world untold,

A dream of knowledge bright and bold.


He saw the hands that toiled in vain,

He felt the weight of silent pain.

With mercy vast as endless skies,

He dried their tears, he heard their cries.


For daughters kept behind the wall,

He broke the chains, he stood so tall.

He paved their road, he shaped their flight,

He crowned their dreams with equal right.


Through valleys deep and peaks so high,

His touch remained, it won’t run dry.

The roots he planted firm and wide,

Still bloom with grace, still stand with pride.


Where need would knock with trembling voice,

His hands would lift, his heart rejoice.

A bridge he built from hope to deed,

To answer every silent need.


The rivers call, the mountains sing,

His name in whispers ever cling.

For though the man has walked away,

H


is light remains—it shall not sway.