We all need a light in the darkness and, sometimes,
it seems to me that one of the most humane inventions
we have is the lighthouse.
NIGHT LIGHT
The night was so dark,
So dense,
It could be cut into slices,
Served up
As a taste of what was to come.
Until a small light,
Flickering a thin whiteness
Shone through.
Almost too thin,
Too slight,|
To give hope that its strength
Could count against that terrible
Unknown country in hiding.
Refusing to be extinguished
It shone on and kept shining,
Its thin steadiness
Keeping the lost moving
Until they could see a way forward.
The smallest light
Defeats the vast darkness.
©2024 Gwen Grant