With flint in hand on this cool Autumn night
I strike a great spark and hope that it’s right
Dried out leaves, twigs and logs for a fire
To keep out the cold in a soul that is dour
And the light of this flame that will burn in the night
Guiding the forgotten and those who took flight
Bringing in all who have lost their way
With blind love and warmth at the end of the day
__________________________
Image by Pixabay
What a lovely thought, to provide warmth and light for those who have lost their way.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So much need, and yet so little light… Well, perhaps, not enough sparks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good point. But there are sparks to be found. We just need to take care that others don’t blow them out before they can kindle into flame.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah…. Good point!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Excellent!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Valerie!
LikeLiked by 1 person