The Light

Ah, the light.
The bright light of dreams.
Up above us all
Given to us,
from God almighty.
That light never flickers,
never fades away.
But rather hides itself until it is your turn
to see it...
And until then, you must remain in darkness,
departed from your dreams.
So don't give up and don't look away,
for you may miss your glance at it.
I know I have...

by Andy Greenwald

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The message of this poem is hope...... hope in all things unseen.