Epiphany

Written 28 August 2026 for Epiphany Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France
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“At a key crossroad of my life, a star
Oft sparks in the sky, to guide me afar.” - By author.                      
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A sparkling star slowly illumes the sky,
      no sudden salient shine, no quick light,
but a slow serene sliding of darkness
        while half the world prepares to sleep and dream.

The uproar of daytime soon fades away
       with serene silence spreading in my self,
a cosy calm cuddling core of my mind,
      reflected in demeanor of my face.

Now the star stars to simmer and shine bright
       Inducing my own inner light to glow,
brightens the rightful path of my journey 
	at a critical crossroad of my life.

A soft, subtle stillness sits in my soul
      that shakes my splintered spirit to arise,
an inward introspection, deep and slow,
       where seeds of understanding starts to shine.

The teasing tangled threads of doubt unwind,
       dispelling childish confusion away
with a tangerine truth taking its place
       that illuminates darkness of the night. 

The world outside may swirl, slant, spin and twist,
      but peace pops profound, from my inner self,
a quiet knowledge streaming firm and sure,
      that I was seeking for long everywhere.

This inner  peace has a speech of its own,
       it does not talk, but banishes all doubt,
clears the fog that had veiled my mind so tight ,
       embalms a peace  I had struggled to find.

A calm cooling clarity casts its spell    
     in the depth of my glowing inner self, 
a sunbeam shining in darkness of night
       where sad shameful sorrows once resided.

The tough tangled threads starts to unravel,
       the knots that held me in their tiresome thrall,
unwind themselves without any efforts
          responding with a subtle supple sigh.

A vital truth hidden by fog of strain,
        now dawns with a deep sense of being free
to simply be me, find my rightful path
        in the soft soothing shine, below the sky.

journeylightpeaceselfskyverse

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