Saturday Centus 144 by Jenny Matlock
To know light
Mighty dark must rear it’s head
Tread the ground around you
Too full of itself to care
Fair days are over
Oh, how darkness hangs around
A funny thing of darkness
Dark also mutes the sound
Round the bend are Macs
Stacked full of darkness waiting to unload
Unaware of the need for anyone
Any person to light one light
Might there be someone
Some hope of match to light
Tightly held in a Believer’s hand
Standing for the light
Right the familiar darkness seems
Beams catch my light-starved eyes
I see a tiny pinpoint
Peeking around the dark side of the stars.
11 comments:
this is my most favorite part.. you get A plus from me today
Might there be someone
Some hope of match to light
Tightly held in a Believer’s hand
Standing for the light
Right the familiar darkness seems
Beams catch my light-starved eyes
I see a tiny pinpoint
Peeking around the dark side of the stars.
Peeking around the dark side of the stars - LIKE!
I loved this! Stopping by from SC; haven't written mine yet. I love the hopefulness you describe. Great job!
i think that to truly appreciate the light, the dark must be there as well...as this went on it made me think of how when we come togther we add light to one another and become brighter than the two seperate....
Very well thought out and written.
Veer, very . . . VERY good!
There's always light...always and in everything we do!...:)JP
Good job, Gail. :o)
Searching for and finding the light - the light is always there - sometimes we just have to go through darkness, believe and we will find the light. Very well done - I like this very much.
Truly lovely, and I too can see that tiny pinpoint of light- and it is good!
I don't think I have to tell you that I love this one.
Write on.
=)
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