When light streamed in to find its way
And find a place to lay its heart
The dusty floor was there to take
And keep for light the treasure’s part.
To find a place to come inside
And wait without the storm
Is like to find the waiting arms
That held and kept and gave you form.
13 thoughts on “The Light’s Own Place”
How very sad when we DO NOT allow the light to stream into our beings! We surely will never find the treasures therein if we continue to make this error. Thank you so much for this strong reminder today of our need to always be open to the light.
Perfect poem – in theme and in form – I love it!!
Thank you Betty.
Oh, this is so lovely and wonderful, yes!
You are kind,
are you one of those men who use “it’s” as the possessive form? i’ve now met two of you in the last month. please tell me why you do this. i don’t agree with it.
Also, “met,” really? That’s a bit strong, don’t you think? Still, I hope you made it through the “holiday” alright. Cheers.
Perfect and beautiful! 🙂
Too kind Story, too kind. Cheers.
From title to end verse how beautifully this poem shines in its meaning, truly celestial. =)
I do love to look up. Though sometimes I forget to.