Light
My pen halts at the top of the page
As I tussle inside to find the
sage of wisdom we all have, yet hide.
I read so much of light and keeping
your own, letting it shine and overcome
In order that we do not succumb to
the overwhelming pressures of this life,
This strife; Yet this beauty that
Also overwhelms and keeps the balance
Where it should be, there dear Spirit
In that place, we can feel we are really free.
Sometimes looking into the light hurts
It becomes too much for the eyes
And they weep for forgotten times
They weep for the joy that lies buried
Inside awaiting that very light
This healing love, awakening joy
Rebirthing energy to stride a pathway
I hold my hands out with humility
And Love, for the light finds me
To cleanse and heal and bring a smile
Finding that spirit that waits
Through every trial, to remind me
Of this beautiful, wonderful joy