Out Of The Dark Comes The Light. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Out of the dark comes the light.

In the darkest hour,
there is always a flicker of light,
strown on the earth,
from the dimmest star.

A Star one can hardly see,
but its light still hits the earth for those who pay attention and for those who just be.

We often live in this protective bubble of what we believe to be the truth.
We do not see the real root of all our troubles.
It is there in the mass of lies, told to steer us from really seeing,
what they want to hide.
Their hideous games, they think they are taking us for a ride.

But somehow the universe protects us,
for it always sends a glimmer of hope.
It always provides us with what we need and it gives us the tools to somehow cope.

We have that ability, if we look inside.
If we do not fear the darkness of life.
For us to enjoy the light, we must also live with the shadows.
But we will not kneel to evil or bow.

Out of the dark comes the light.
Out of wrong comes right.
Out of not seeing comes sight.
Out of the awakening comes the fight.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .