A wilderness I never knew…..

In the silence of the wilderness,in the calmness of the wind,I walk on the paths made by my feet. The wind still blew swiftly; I barely could see the rays of the sun falling on my shoulders. Emerging through the tall, thick grass like bushes I walk to somewhere I don’t know. I never felt I’m going to reach a place I could rest, but even in the darkest and deepest loneliness, I did have a hope of a shoulder to rest, and an arm to hold. I had a hope that I’m going to reach a place where I could sit with wind patting my face, and sunshine tan my skin. My feet stumble on a log partially submerged in the wet mug. I got hold to something strong and soft. It took a gasp to be on foot. But I hardly couldn't find on what I got grip.I so badly knew that there was this presence, the presence of the one I never saw. It made my mind strong enough to move forth. And on the feet I was, to the wilderness I never knew, marching on the drenched mud.