Traveling Light
It came by bus,
and got stuck in a jam -
it was dark, but the Light
could see itself at the end
of the tunnel. Time was not
on its essence,
but its presence was timeless.
It has never been late for Light
to spread its radiance
anywhere around the world,
even in a collection of ancient
wisdom carried by men in orange
cloaks...
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017
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