The Light
He sought The Light of the World
an ancient quest,
yet was easily distracted,
too inclined to dally
with shadows of his own making.
He still sought.
It was his only way out
while still here.
One early morning,
too weary to even think
his mind turned-off
its self-seeking flashlight.
"My God” he thought,
“I have gone spiritually blind!"
Then of a sudden, he began to shine.
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