Let There Be Light

Dwelling in darkness I've known all my life, I learned to survive amid all of the strife. Alone, I arrived in the air I would breathe. Alone, I would choose in the web I would weave. Drifting along the American stream blessed to be born with the right to a dream, caught in the current prevailing of time when reason was lost and we fell out of rhyme. My life will have witnessed the end of an age when all of the dreamers must now turn the page. For the nation of refuge and hope to be free is nothing like what it was once thought to be. Where the good of a man is deemed just good enough if he adds enough zeroes to count all his stuff. His wealth he would hoard with more than he’d need, starving the children to feed his own greed. The children of darkness whom long for the light, knowing our weakness yet willing to fight, for the hope to survive where the people are free from the darkness of heart being all that we see. A struggling world, though it needn’t be so, where people ignore the things everyone knows. Where eyes could adjust from the darkness to light. Where the lives of so many could lessen their plight. Alone as arrived, alone as I breathe, alone with the truth of the web I would weave, my dying wish still lives to be as a vessel of light for the world to see. J Minor December 2019