Poem: The Spark

In the hush of night where shadows creep,
A whispering silence, secrets to keep.
The moon hangs low, a silvered arc,
Yet only in darkness can light leave its mark.

Stars blink awake, like thoughts from the deep,
They dance through the void, in silence they leap.
A flicker of fireflies, a glimmer, a spark,
Reminds us that light finds its voice in the dark.

For in the embrace of the twilight’s caress,
Hope blooms like flowers in shadows’ finesse.
The more that we stumble, the deeper the night,
The brighter the embers that burn into sight.

So let us remember when all seems so stark,
That light’s gentle flicker can shine through the dark.
In moments of struggle, when pathways are blurred,
It’s there in the silence that whispers are heard.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie