The spirit quite naturally reaches towards light
same as seedlings shoot straight for the sun,
desperate to be free of darkness.
There is one goal…..to grow
A move to the light is fitting.
when the bulb dances with light,
or a flashlight held to the ear,
to find the tiny spider settled inside
will instinctively rush to the light.
We are meant for the same,
to move forward, change, grow
A resplendent reach.
The shift of the sun
reminds us of this each morning.
Today’s hand reaches forth and pulls us into tomorrow,
however resistant we may be.
Silently, we follow
never certain what we will find,
blind leading the blind,
We drink deeply from the light,
it fuels us for another day.
It warms our blood,
wrestles sadness to the ground.
As you propel towards the light,
don’t forget to dance in the moonlight.