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.