by Richard Milton Grahn
Down in the bowels of that musty cave,
Cold and clammy fears took shape.
But little steps into the dark
Sparked a fire deep in your heart.
Gentle words described the space
As blackness gathered all around.
Reaching out to touch the wall
You made the climb down to the hall.
There inside that quiet void,
Whispers calmed your nervous state.
Confidence bloomed up in you
Launching stars across the room.
You’re really just an artist now,
A lover of the world and how
Your light shines down into that hole,
Glowing brightly from your soul.
Last updated October 26, 2017