(October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvania)

A Tiny Glow

Without the moon or stars to guide his sight,
without a glint from shanties down below,
he rested on the foggy hill that night,
and begged the heavens for a tiny glow.

Despair turned into dream... a little boat
with fishermen inside in search of faith,
a boat which, neither sinking nor afloat,
now blindly drifted past a drowning wraith.

And he among them, but incapable
of seeing a reflection in the waves,
which lapped against the stormy parable
like hammers beating iron into staves.

But when he woke at dawn his eyes could see
light walking on the dew toward Galilee.

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Comments (5)

Faith is the guiding light, that takes us to our goal. Enjoyed
Faith is a gem to cherished, it lingers beyond time and space!
This short poem is well worth the read, especially given the wonderful ending.
A delightful piece; really enjoyed the ending couplet; nicely done.
If light exists anywhere, imagination will find it. Your poems are rich with imagery.Your message is profound. Thank you for sharing. Kindest regards, Sandra Fowler