Beckoning Light
When hurt, hearts cry.
Allowing pain to flow.
When the fount of hope runs dry.
Inner light ceases to glow.
The pain of yesterday,
lessens as time moves on.
As light fades away,
dimming until it is gone.
Without hope, forever the night.
Darkness consumes all.
No lighthouse's bekoning light
to hear the spirit's call.
When we wish, when we dream.
we dwell within the magic.
No hope, no heavenly gleam.
Life without is tragic.
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2021
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