Daylight waning hour
A beacon stands the ready
Darkness guiding light
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The Path to the Light
The path I find myself upon
Began within a vast unknown
In which I couldn’t find my heart
Though the path, it seems
Unwinds in random ways
Through places unfamiliar
A light calls out
Both day and night
Drawing ever nearer
Rainbows ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #370
The road I travel
Seems ever bound for darkened sky
Though the curve ahead
Suggests reprieve
So I stay the course
Hope good fortune
Diverts me once again
To better light
Xavier Rudd
Love fills him
Overflows
A river
A gentle flood
Of love
Washes over me
Over all of us
Fills us
Intoxicant
His smile
Radiant
A broadcast ecstacy
Writ across his face
An unfathomable beauty
Of being
Filled with love
I remember
Being filled like that
Being love
Being grateful
For every moment
In every moment
I remember
Being flawed
Knew I was flawed
Still, I was full with love
I remember
Being in pain
Debilitated by suffering
Still, I was full with love
I forgave the flaws of others
Because love forgave my own
While I worked to repair them
I empathized with the pain of others
Because love allowed me to feel my own
While I followed a healing path
So I thank him
Up on the stage
This beaming intensity
Of beautiful light
As I sing the refrains
As I sway
To the rhythms of the music
To the flow of his love
To this man
This beautiful man
Who is not without faults
Who is not without pain
Yet is filled to overflowing
With love
I thank him
For the reminder
That I can be filled with love
That I can be love
Without first making myself
Perfect
Because I have been
Before
Because in this moment
I am again
A Better Light
Old Sol burned a hole in the sky
Igniting the wake of our flight
We sailed on
Into the night
Into the darkness
With the hope a new day
Would bring a better light
The Bridge and the Fog
He dreamed of another time
A time that never was
In a place that might have been
He dreamed of a bridge
From a land spare and dry
To a fabled city on a hill
He dreamed of a fog
That stood between
Where he was
And where he could be
In the dream
The fog never cleared
He never crossed the bridge
When he woke
He realized the fog
Was the nightmare of his childhood
The bridge was a path
From the child to the man
From who he was
To who he could be
He would never cross the bridge
So long as he held the fears
Of the child
He would never overcome the fears
Until he allowed himself
To feel the child’s pain
Sigh
The shore
Of a coastal town
The sun goes down
‘Fore night comes round
There we
Recline on the shore
To think no more
Settle no score
‘Til you
Wonder what are we
What will we be
What do I see
So I
Give my heart to you
My love is true
Is your love too?
You say
That it’s you and I
Forever, no lie
Together we sigh
Adieu the Day
Adieu the day
Which meets its fiery end
Adieu the thoughts
Which plague my dreary head
Adieu the world
Which fills me with a weary dread
To bed
Where downy warmth, my flight
To sleep
Where hope, my dreams alight
To wake
Where sunrise sets the world aright
Port Aux Basques
Beside the sea
Upon this treeless scrap of rock
Verdant grasses grow
A village built
Astride storm battered stone
Safe harbour for the fishers
Resolve ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #369
Sometimes the light
Inexorable
Calls out
All I need
Acknowledge
Become the light
Sometimes the light
In darkness
Seek it
All I need
Resolve
Shed the darkness
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