a glimmer that abides,
fragile threads holding steady
against the weight of night.
or how heavy the frost,
a quiet glow endures,
a beacon in our blizzard lost.
and doubts that creep,
this light persists, a gentle flame,
whispering of hope and dreams
that dance within the heart's domain.
it pulses with an inner truth,
a sacred rhythm beneath the silence,
an eternal light that will not fade.
when darkness threatens to steal the day,
remember this: the light is there,
a quiet promise that won’t betray.
still shine with ancient, silent might,
reflecting in our human shroud
the essence of enduring light.
a spark of purity still remains,
an echo of the cosmic whole,
that guides us through joy and pains.
and fear, so beguiling in its cold refrain,
know this truth, both old and strong:
there's light that always shall remain.
Be well and make the most of this day.
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A hopeful poem! There is always a light, though small as the flame of a match or candle, there is always a light. An inner light that is what allows us to stand firm in the face of winter or possible darkness. It is that tiny light that energizes us and guides us when we are disoriented. A beautiful poem on this last Sunday of January. Hope the weather is better for you. Many hugs, my friend!
Thank you! That glimmer of hope is what carries us through the depths of winter here in Minnesota! Lol. The weather forecast is showing it getting a little warmer every day this week but I know that's just a tease. The warmer temps probably won't start to solidify until late April or early May but we'll take whatever we can get. The solitude of winter is good for my writing. : ) I hope you have a wonderful Sunday and week ahead Nancy!
Same to you, my friend. Take care of yourself and wrap up warm
Beautiful poetry, life is indeed a web of events that shape us constantly from moment to moment. Thanks for sharing this wonderful work ...
The stars above, though veiled by clouds,
still shine with ancient, silent might,
reflecting in our human shroud
the essence of enduring light.
Powerful this message passed across
I know you didn't get to be in there the whole time, but do you feel like your new home made the darkest days of winter a little more manageable? I saw you post on Facebook the other day. I had already started to notice that the days were getting longer again.
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Beautifully written! A powerful reminder to hold onto hope and the light within, even in darkness.
The light of the heart always burns softly. amazing poem