Out of the depths of darkness
Comes a shimmering light
Who knows from where the light came?
Only the person who walked the path of darkness
For on their path, they heard a beckoning
A soft beckoning,
A whispering of their heart,
A reminder of what they always knew
And a shimmering light with a radiant hue
Loved the darkness out
Leaving, but the slightest trace
And the shimmering light could always show
Where that darkness was.
By Shobhna Hendry