In the deep, dark cave of a heart
in the way, way down unders
is a place where no one ever goes
unless they seek the wonders.

Many have tried, but few have dared
to walk through the blackness alone
but the light inside forever calls out
pointing the way leading home.

The silence is deafening.
The air breathes a chill
and only the bravest
follow the will.

Shell-seekers dig and spelunkers scramble; floaters drift in with the tide.
Children at play as butterflies dance
and runners have nowhere to hide.

Pirates galore catch every breeze;
the wind seems always first mate.
But virtue is found in life that is humble
speaking of time that can wait.

Deep in the forest, shadows are frightening;
hunters become the prey.
Towering trees of aspen cathedral
echo the lightness of day.

Maybe for some adventure ends here
where treasure is found in the sand.
The warmth of the sun and the sweetness of life
join them as one hand in hand.

Climbers scale mountains to dangerous heights
where the air is cold and thin,
seeking the rush of majestic perspectives
to conquer the fears within.

Rain mists from the sky in the tiniest of drops
that quench the hungering earth.
Deserts explode with flowering sagebrush while
Spring sings songs of new birth.
Clouds race through the skies of bright blue horizons
with never a second glance.
Children see rainbows with huge pots of gold,
always willing to take a chance.

The light inside grows dim with time
and burrows beneath the layers
until the basket hides all its shine,
withdrawn from even prayers.

The void of the darkness shoots straight to the heart
piercing with love so divine.
The earth begins trembling, heavens rejoice
as the soul listens in…

You are mine.

And oh what joy the seeker cries
when darkness turns to light!
The treasure within is worth great price
and peace takes over the night.

“Come to me, come to me all you who tire.
Rest here.  Take shelter. I’ll fill you with fire.”

(copyright 2010 by Elaine Menardi.  All rights reserved.)


About Elaine Menardi

Heading off on a new adventure! I solve problems and make ideas happen.

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  1. […] I wrote the story a lot of years ago in the wee hours of a morning after I woke up from dreaming it.  I had walked through all of the scenes in the dream-world, so when I got out of bed to write it down, this is what emerged… The Light Inside. […]

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