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A Fight For the Light

I hear a cry from the world
A desperate longing for air
But how can I feed the poor
And what food can I spare
 
There is a knocking at the door
In his hand is something priceless
Worth more than any stone
Something that would feed them all
 
He knocks but very few answer
What he holds in his hands they mock
Isn’t anybody there?
Many talk but don’t know how to walk
 
I myself have let fear take hold
But fear will not reign in me
Things will happen before I grow old
Many beyond what I can see
 
I’ve answered the door I know what to do
I’ve seen the light, if only they knew too
Fear has taken hold
But it’s time to be bold
 
The one I spoke with at the door
He gave me some seeds
 He said I have a small chore
Could you please plant these?
I had many questions you see
But his answer was simple
All he said was follow me
 
And so I began on a journey
After taking a refreshing bath
With my hand full of seeds
I began on the narrow path
 
I followed the light of the one at the door
He said plant these seeds and I will give you more
I began to search for somewhere to plant
But the voice in my head said you can’t, you can’t
 
The light is moving ahead
But I am frozen still
Being torn to a shred
The voice says, what about your bill?
 
 Suddenly I look up and realize the light is far away
And I recall that one small, simple command
I ask myself, how could I have gone astray.
Then I remembered the seeds still in my hand
 
 As I realized my inadequacies
I was lifted up on the wings of a great white dove
Soaring over the trees
I saw all the others on the path from above
 
I watched them clawing their way through all kinds of trouble
I wanted them to be as I was, soaring above the world
I felt like I was safe here watching the world turn to rubble
Until flying from the opposite direction 
Came a pretty looking girl
 
She said come with me I’ll show you my world
I gazed at her, enticed by her beauty
Distracted I fell, and back to the ground I was hurled
When I opened my eyes she was not to be seen
 
But the light it was still there
It never fades, never dies
As long as I still breathe this air
The light never ceases to shine
 
I realized now that I was a liar
To think that I was any higher
Without that great dove
The power from above
I stand on level ground
With everyone around
So what right have I to look down?
 
Though fear has ceased me, pride has made a fool of me, and temptation has lured me
I can still see what lies ahead, should I march towards the light
I may fall again, but I can always open my eyes and see
That though this journey may take a lifetime, it’s worth the fight

Copyright © Roland Fleming | Year Posted 2013

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