Pilot Light


Down deep inside the depth of soul,
A shielded flame, it keeps me whole.
So strong it keeps me sane and warm,
This guiding light of holy storm.

Unmindful eyes forget this flame,
But during darkest nights exclaim,
What splendid beauty brightly burns,
Away the fear so joy returns.

Oh light of peace well woven deep,
My anxious heart in sunny warmth to steep.

In chaos whispers flame of might,
Such hope to chase away the night,
To bring me courage, strength and faith,
To fight despair and haunting wraiths.

Dismay and anguished life that strains, 
Through troubling times yet peace remains.
Unseen yet always felt; How droll,
Such light could warm a worried soul.

Through tears and pain, though grief assail,
My prudent guide yet welds my heart so frail.

This light which holds coherence tight,
Ignites the mind with peace delight.
Secured by faithful tiny thread,
Endure the days so filled with dread.

The rain will never cause its death,
Neither the wind shall harm with breath.
A solid string my heart to guide,
Rests safely burning deep inside.

Concealed yet it subdues the night,
This light unseen, my peace, my pilot light.

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