The Clearing Poem by Helen C Capan

I see it ahead
just beyond the trees
The light filters more brightly
the closer I get.
With a shove from my arm
The last branch succumbs
To the force pressing me onward
To stand in the lea.

Upon its green grass
I throw myself down
Assured now that His vision
Had not let me down.
The struggles were worth it;
I rest on my back
Inhaling refreshment,
Inspiring so deeply.

The task is enormous,
Too much for one man;
So I beg you to join me
In seeing the lost.
Then reach through the thickets
That life grows so well;
Cut back the great branches;
The path they will see.