Thursday, October 31, 2013

In the dark
there is no help from false lights.
I don't mean to blow yours out
but your sketch of pretty candles
will not guide you in the dark,
in the shadow of the dark,
in the pit below the shadow of the raging rolling dark.
You will know the dark is winning
if you find yourself so low.
Only hold, you can,
to memory of knowledge of a light,
and hope someday to catch
a flicker
of a lighter shadow shown
and by intuition known:
that somewhere beyond the darkness
an almost unknown distant light,
and that you are in its sight.

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