There is a Light

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There is a light

Small

And distant though now it is

That still I wish upon

When cold and unfeeling night

Finds me stricken.

It’s no longer at my bidding

As freely once it was.

For these gentle stars

Cannot

Be contained,

But unrestrained must

Make its brilliant flight

Unbidden

Into the far-off horizon.

Even so, in times past, if

In my plight, I feared to fall,

And pained, my existence

Felt a fragile thing,

I’d sing out with my plaintive song

And lo, upon the edge of sight,

A scintillating, gladdening glow,

Stealing out of hidden glooms,

Would soon return to

Bathe me in its welcome warmth.

Of course, I know now

This will not always be so.

Such lights

Must answer other calls.

It’s not bound to me.

And while I may be resistant

When it journeys on,

Swaddled by the darkness

Until it’s out of sight,

And may even dim in time,

I have a hidden hope

That it will always be listening

From afar

And perhaps heed my call again.

So that when a cold

And unfeeling night

Finds me unhappy hence,

My small and gentle light

Will speedily return,

To offer me warm comfort

And furnish me with all

The vital strength I need.

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