There lives a light inside of all
That shines much
brighter than the sun.
Though hidden
beneath cloaks of angst
It bides its’ rest
so patiently
To wait the
invitation of a silent
Cloudless
sky,
And bursts with
buds of happiness
For all the
hapless world to see.
The mind can be a
crafty knave
Who muddles with
perplexity the
Daily drudge that
veils all hope
And blots the
light from breaking through.
But the blessed
heart will not be stilled
And finds the
pathway of the soul
So beams may peek
and bloom and shine
Til happiness, at
last ensues.
Oh, wonderous day
that leaps with joy
To kindle succor’s
appetite,
And kindness lives
and multiplies when
Left to rise and
spread the light.
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