Specks of Hope

A sense of foreboding captures my thinking The room is darkening and my spirit is sinking I watch the evening begin to vanquish the day Light bows, allowing the shadow to have its way The dying day gives into the smothering of night Daytime fades fast before this onslaught to its light Night begins its reign, but then a tiny light appears A speck of flickering hope that takes away my fears The blanket of the sky is punctured by a brightness I am reassured, consoled, cared for in my weakness Patrick Brennan ©