The Light
by Harley
(wayenken1@aol.com)
From the peripheral inward
the darkness spreads.
Shadows expand and take
form.
Life, like a flame, flickers
and wanes.
Darkness pervades to
the core.
The spirit cringes as
the darkness grows -
retreats to a haven inside.
Waiting and watching
and on alert -
pained and lonely and
tired.
The spirit lies weeping
lost and alone.
The despondent soul falls.
The heart fails, the
spirit breaks
as the darkness encompasses
all.
A pinpoint of light,
not
fully perceived
a hand extended in the
dark.
A flash, an ember, to
re-ignite
Hope to flame and fears
to depart.
The light a lifeline,
a
gift freely given.
Boosted the spirit does
rise.
Light elucidates the
soul as
Hope once more takes
flight.
² (jce) 9/22/00
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