Crack of Shine

The sky was dark and dreary as I trudged along the path, with vision dim and bleary, under thunderclouds of wrath, one foot before another, plodding onward through despair, yet knowing of no other road to lead me anywhere. With blackness fast descending, though my journey incomplete, the trail became unending, and I gave up in defeat. Surrendering my proneness to stouthearted courage prove, I foundered in aloneness, too dispirited to move. Every hope and dream was gone as I lay me down supine, having no will to go on… Then I spied a crack of shine. Light was streaming through the cleft in a sort of golden haze. The impression that it left was of some illumined blaze which had kept aflame within midst my melancholy mood and a mindless inner din that begot disquietude. The fissure in the shadow letting in the rays of light summoned forth an inner glow which was hidden from my sight. I stayed there lying prostrate for what seemed eternity, speculating on my fate as to be or not to be. At length I managed to rise, unsteady but striving still. For life goes on– great nature’s wise– it can, it must, and it will. Yes life goes on– the truth there lies– it can, it must, and it will. The vision that was present has never lost its power. What I saw plus what it meant comes back in my darkest hour. It reappears through thick and thin– that crack of shine that dwells within… It’s always there through thick and thin– that crack of shine that dwells within… ~ Harley White < November 2016 >