GUIDING LIGHT… a poem

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

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Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer; View all posts by What Words May Come

Liz Gauffreau says:

October 8, 2019 at 6:22 am

What a lovely thought, to provide warmth and light for those who have lost their way.

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1. What Words May Come says:
  
  October 8, 2019 at 6:53 am
  
  So much need, and yet so little light… Well, perhaps, not enough sparks.
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    October 8, 2019 at 9:38 pm
    
    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.
    
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  2. What Words May Come says:
    
    October 9, 2019 at 6:47 am
    
    Ah…. Good point!
    
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Valerie Cullers says:

October 8, 2019 at 4:51 pm

Excellent!

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1. What Words May Come says:
  
  October 9, 2019 at 6:42 am
  
  Thank you, Valerie!
  
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