Julia In A Dark Place, Seeking Light Poem by Martin Ward

Julia In A Dark Place, Seeking Light

Are we not in a dark place too?
Banishing ourselves beyond the light.

All these Julias would not wish to be
longing for the comforts of home.

These caves afford no sanctuary;
within their rugged confines, distress.

If only compassion and courage
could embrace their plight and hopelessness.

Who are we to judge the fate of others:
Caesars or pontificating Pilots of the storm?

No hermitage by choice, but fate
has brought us to our distant place.

Better to see oil on canvass than the
swirling pallet-mix of engine oil on water:

of hand reaching towards the light,
that fails to find outstretched fingers.

As others come to ride the swell
in search of their escape from caves,

we frame the canvass of existence,
like Julia in a dark place, seeking light.