ONE FLAME
In the darkness of the night
Shines a single little light.
The flame from just one candlestick,
just a single lonely wick.
But that one little burning flame
can start another burning flame,
and soon there is not just one light,
but many candles burning bright.
For that one light brought many more
and darkness can exist no more.
When many lights are joined as one,
they light the night just like the sun.
You can be that one small light,
to cut the darkness of the night,
and make another candle burn
to start another flame in turn.
Darkness will then have to flee
for where light is dark cannot be.
THE JOURNEY
Along life's path, You've held my hand
with love I could not understand.
Each time I've stumbled You've been there,
to pick me up with tender care.
When I've strayed and left the way,
You waited patiently each day,
until I came running back to You,
Your open arms and love so true.
For You will never leave my side,
if in Your love I will reside.
When I feel lost and all alone,
You take my hand and lead me home,
because You love and care for me,
for I am Yours, eternally.
TO A FRIEND
I look into your eyes,
and I see the pain within.
What is troubling you, my friend?
Why do you look so grim?
We all go through some things in life
that may be hard to take,
but things could never get so rough,
that you I would forsake.
WINTER
The trees are covered
with their mantle of white.
A new snow blankets the world
this night.
A single, lonely figure
walks a snow-covered path,
hunched against the wind
and it's icy, cold wrath.
The streetlights make
an eerie shadow,
as I watch her
through the frosty window.
I see her face,
and it shows the strain.
I feel helpless
to ease her pain.
I realise then,
whatever winter may bring,
that I still have
the promise of spring.
THE LEGACY
Gently rocking,
he sat in the chair,
It almost seemed to sing to him
as it creaked.
The light from the window
bathed him
in an ethereal glow
as the wind whispered softly
in his ear.
It was time for him
to go home.
The chair sits empty
in the corner now.
It no longer sings
it's lullabye,
for he is no longer there
to hear it,
but his legacy
will last forever.
These are just a few of many poems I've written. I hope to add more sometime, but for now, I hope you enjoyed these ones.
© Anita London 1999
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