Saturday, April 05, 2008



Dear little light
buffeted by the storm
flickering, tormented
by wind and rain.
Come inside from the cold.
Come, dry yourself by the fire.
Look around,
see the love,
feel the warmth.
Come again
skipping and dancing.


3 Wild Comments:

Friar Tuck said...

love this poem!

billy said...

Thank you Friar, it is a quiet, heartfelt prayer.

gracie said...

billy you are the loveliest friend ever.