WHEN LIGHT FADES

The bright light is fading,

We succumb to weeping,

Darkness is coming,

Suddenly, blindness devours our being.

 

We’re not on high,

Now we live with sigh,

For the light bids goodbye,

We kneel down and cry.

 

Comfort is all we need,

For our loving light has to fade,

Broken we may seem,

Now, we sing a desolate hymn.

 

The little light finally meets the real source of Light, our Host.

Then, she will never be lost.

Finally, she won’t feel aghast,

Cries will end at last!

 

(I dedicate this sad poem of mine to all my loved ones and friends who have finally met the real Source of Light and Life. May their soul prosper in God’s loving hands.) Image

Meeting the real Source of Light and Life . . .

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