Thursday, March 3, 2011

Hidden Light

Journal for Christa—
I believe there is always a light. Don’t call me a romantic, because really I’m not. I am, however, an optimist. And as an optimist, I naturally expect to find the light in a dark place—sometimes veiled, but I’m confident it’s there.
In the darkness,
she closed her fingers
around the orb of

And still seeing the
glow between her fingers,
she stuffed the orb into
 her pocket—
For she didn’t want to see
the light.
Her heart felt dark.
in darkness,
She felt safe.

From a distance
in the dimness—
My eyes, too,
accustomed to the dark—
Does she see a
when I glance her way?
a shimmer
in this fog?

we stumble in the darkness
Orbs of light
tucked away—

“Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path”—Ps. 119:105 KJV

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