Light Destroys the Darkness

Light Destroys the Darkness

The amount of light entering our world is only one factor in what we see.  How we make use of the light to color our vision is what truly matters.

We are all taught that light destroys the darkness, as easy as a flick of the light switch.  However, at times, the light surrounding us is dimmed and muted casting a romantic shadow over our world, as discovered in this writer’s world.

My amateur photographs display the difference in morning light versus evening light.  Both showcase the brilliance of nature. The choice is light.  The difference is color.

My wish is that you make use of light to showcase the colors you choose to display. For it is in your authenticity, a unique spectrum is created.

©Erika K Rothwell

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Hope is a Beacon – Day 14

Hope is a Beacon – Day 14

I have a confession to share with you. My hope journey comes only after a great battle in the wilderness I spoke of yesterday.

As I have been reading many of my readers’ and other writers’ stories I am amazed at the individual struggles and triumphs faced by each and every one of us as we travel through the seasons of life. And I am humbly reminded of the time when I wandered not only through the wilderness but also in the dark.

For me, there was a beacon in the darkness, first a glimmer that soon moved to a guiding light. My writing lit up the shadows, and many of my early poems share the exposure of my sunless days.

I would now like to share one of my poems with you all and embrace the pain and process that was necessary to navigate to arrive at 2019 – The Hope Journey.

My hope is to publish a book of the poems I wrote in the sea of suffering. Lost in the waves, my soul was revealed as I struggled to make peace with what I could not understand. The gift of healing through words is available as a beacon for all. And this greatest gift of all is called Hope.

GLIMMER

Glimmer of hope
Silently beckoning
Sliver of light opens
The passageway to another place
Streaming rays point the way
Striving desperately to capture
Unwittingly suffocating the momentary essence
Crying out for its return
Elusive mystery refuses to obey
And yet
I wait

  • Erika K Rothwell
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