Riders of a dark world, to being messengers of the divine.
One little flicker can raise a lifetime of hope.
When snuffed out, you feel a paralysis of fear, like you’re hurtling helplessly down an endless slope.
Rows upon rows of illuminated bulbs can welcome a bridegroom atop his royal steed.
While under a flickering street lamp, sits a shrivelled mother telling her shrivelled son a fantastical tale from a tattered book, when that’s all that she can feed.
Many have spoken of seeing a bright speck of light at the end of a tunnel they see.
And some see these sparks even when their eyes are shut, their eyeballs darting around, trapped in a vivid dream.
The morning glint can hurt the eyes, or make them dazzle with delight.
The moonlit sky can light a melancholy in the heart, or build the runway for your imagination to fly.
You can embrace it, feel it, or then simply draw the blinds.
But a tiny tenacious ray will pierce through a crack, and fill your heart with a bright light.