February 13, 2012
I need a shower of blessings now
A shining light upon a path
That winds, through woods and into caves
And I'm afraid of dark. I need a hand.
Some say no matter if you fear
Or trust, reality's the same.
Others say you make it with your wish
As you go on, weaving it together, step by step.
I say living is the only arbiter of truth.
The hand on sweating walls can guide.
The flicker of the candle is enough
To keep me steady yet another step.


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Comments
And I'm not bright enough to be a candle.
I do OK as a sweating wall though,
If you can picture a sweating wall that bears a strong resemblance to a wet pumpkin with legs.......;-)
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Where's Tink? Or Tr ig? Or scanner? Any one of them is a great "bright candle!!
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