Saturday, December 21, 2019

Winter Solstice



Candle light
Twinkle lights
Fire light
Street lights
Moon light
All bring hope, promise,
And direction in the dark.

Without the darkness,
During the day,
Those lights are dimmed--
Seldom seen
Rarely followed.

I’m not afraid of the dark
With those dots of light
Always coaxing me on.
I celebrate the dark and light,
Walking hand in hand.

He is the light that keeps me
Moving forward on our darkest day,
In the dark days of life.
Walking . . .his hand in my hand,
Urging me on.

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1 comment:

Sharon shares said...

I like it! Good imagery. As a good Presbyterian I would probably favor using God instead of "He". I liked the conclusion. Great job!

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