Hope

A fire-fly aglow
Weaving darkness bright,
Leading past the shadows
An eager buoyant light,
A slender voice within,
Silent, fine, fragile,
Above the storms, a guide,
A beacon that will not die.
Bereft. in despair wild,
In blackest starless nights
I have felt, abides,
This Touch of God inside.


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Life

A steady stream with ripples that move along rising and falling with a pace of its own at times smooth and calm but always the threat of under currents ready to surface into a storm. How we manouevre past , the skill we develop to meet these perhaps define our personalities.This is my thought for today.