Sunday, January 4, 2015

pinprick

Out the window, in the grey, I see a twinkle.
The neighbor's light shines a hello.
A pinprick of fire.
Traveling across the fields, between the trees and through the fog.

This day feels lonely and cold, especially after my nightmares of the dark before.
You are not alone.
The light tells me.
Warmth, goodness and peace can still be yours.
A cardinal dressed in red dances through my twinkling reminder.
There are always bright spots in the darkest moments.

(Rescued from 12.03.11)

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