To Light

She stands
on the edge
infinity offers,

lit torch
in hand, knees
trembling, the slish
slosh courage sends melancholy

who dance to
pistachio pop and crackle – Snap –
preacher hands produce to bring you back
from the brink.
In step
with the tune
of ten thousand lyres

her toes
dig into
the ground and embrace
the masses huddled at her feet.

Let the
freedom bell
ring true and transcend
coiled doubts poised and ready
to spring.

sail past for-
bidden shores;

test, see
that good Lord
at work in the field-
He seeks what has been turned away.

Your light
draws others
as you see them shy;
take heart, and through the black waters
march on.


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