Maybe it is a train

July 8 2014 Bike Ride


You’ve heard the joke.
“The light at the end of the tunnel is a train.”

Usually this is part of a sad soliloquy – a laundry list  of laments: the barfing dog, the sick-at-home kids who permanent markered the wall in their “delirium”, the lost child or spouse, a fractured family, finances, pink slips, and so much more.

Folks have as much right to their discouragement, fear, pain, and anger as they do their  joy, love, peace, passion, and freedom.

Pithy platitudes and proverbs don’t help hurting people. That’s cheap grace…or just cheap.

We’ve all been there, facing into the long dark tunnel wondering if the train will overtake us from ahead or behind. Any glimmer of hope – of light – is suspect. We’ve been running and weary for so long that we expect the collision of powerful metal and our soft flesh.

Last week, a favorite artist friend and I were kicking back and talking in the Hobbit House. She is lovely and elegant and earthy.
She is tired.

Her good life sometimes looks like peering down an uncertain tunnel.
She knows the track ahead is the only way to get to the other side of the mountain.
Sharp broken walls are too steep to forge around.
Snakes in the grass.
Big bears and tiny ticks on either side.
Through the tunnel is the one way to go.

“The light at the end of the tunnel is a train.”

She said it and I felt the weight of what she was describing only because I know her story and filled heart and recognize her tears.

There was nothing I could say as I watched her pain play across her features and form.

No chirpy, “Hey-It’s not that bad” or “What about (insert optimistic positive thing here)?”

But then I had a worthy thought.
“Maybe it is a train.”
“Or maybe it is someone with a candle coming towards you.”
“And maybe they are leading a legion of other people with candles coming to help walk you home.”

Where does this stuff come from?
Not from me in my unforgiving shot-riddled heart.

Maybe it is a train.
Or maybe it is someone with a candle coming towards you…to help walk you home.

Let’s forge ahead friends and keep the light on for one another.

Still searching for the North Star.


About allielousch

Engaged in everyday adventures and derring do.
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5 Responses to Maybe it is a train

  1. Ronin_Randy says:

    Maybe it is a train. Lean against the sides of the tunnel and let it pass. Or maybe this whole mountain tunnel thing is bullpucky and you’re supposed to ride the train somewhere else entirely.

  2. Seth Barnes says:

    Beautiful image. I love it.

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