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.
hts,
Saturday, March 17, 2012
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