The sky was dark and dreary
as I trudged along the path,
with vision dim and bleary,
under thunderclouds of wrath,
one foot before another,
plodding onward through despair,
yet knowing of no other
road to lead me anywhere.
With blackness fast descending,
though my journey incomplete,
the trail became unending,
and I gave up in defeat.
Surrendering my proneness
to stouthearted courage prove,
I foundered in aloneness,
too dispirited to move.
Every hope and dream was gone
as I lay me down supine,
having no will to go on…
Then I spied a crack of shine.
Light was streaming through the cleft
in a sort of golden haze.
The impression that it left
was of some illumined blaze
which had kept aflame within
midst my melancholy mood
and a mindless inner din
that begot disquietude.
The fissure in the shadow
letting in the rays of light
summoned forth an inner glow
which was hidden from my sight.
I stayed there lying prostrate
for what seemed eternity,
speculating on my fate
as to be or not to be.
At length I managed to rise,
unsteady but striving still.
For life goes on- great nature's wise-
it can, it must, and it will.
Yes life goes on- the truth there lies-
it can, it must, and it will.
The vision that was present
has never lost its power.
What I saw plus what it meant
comes back in my darkest hour.
It reappears through thick and thin-
that crack of shine that dwells within…
It's always there through thick and thin-
that crack of shine that dwells within…
Wonderful poetry! inspiration is a wonderful thing, ir you would like, please read my poem..Cosmic Wonder, it's a tribute to your poetry, I wasn't sure if you would approve of me using your name in the tribute.
To begin with, I’m glad you liked my “Crack of Shine” poem, which was born out of despair and a childhood memory. As to your “Cosmic Wonder”, I have answered your question (“First off, yes, you may use my name in your tribute.”) and made a long comment on your poem, which amazes me. It took me some time to find words to respond to your tribute, which has quite overwhelmed me. And I love the image of “Stellar Spire in the Eagle Nebula”, which you put with the poem. As I said there, “You yourself are a wonderment…” I don’t know how to thank you, Bill Cantrell!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, it had a resemblance of a woman to me and I thought..this it the perfect picture to go with he poem, typo corrected, poemhunter will not let me edit, glitches, I had to delete and repost, at any rate, I'm glad you liked it.
Well, Bill, you bowled me over with this great surprise! Too bad you couldn’t edit. I do it often. I posted my long comment again with a couple of deletions, though I don’t see it as yet. At any rate, you fixed it fast and added my name and I am cosmically grateful for your tribute!