In the darkest night, stars show the path.
Though black terrors dance with a smoky knife,
An army of shadows blocks their wrath.
Electric beams from compassion's torch
And empathy's candles burning bright,
Stream oceans of brilliance from love's welcoming porch,
A flood to your aid in the lugubrious night.
Painting the shadows of those who stand fast,
And rush to your aid when the need is dire.
Your army of shadows, powerful, vast,
Shadows of love, their hearts afire.
Mick McKellar
July 2024
Sometimes, when we are at our lowest point, all we see are dark threats and shadows everywhere. It pays to remember that without light, there are no shadows.
Mick
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