Deep ...Dark places.
Yet, fed by the faintest spark
is able in its small heart to face the strongest demons
and with the right kindling
ignite a raging inferno to fuel long forgotten truths
fill what were once empty spaces in the hearth.
To feed our spirits, so that we can fend off demons
always lurking in the dark.
A tiny spark.
Swept aside. Unnoticed, seen as inconsequential.
Not even a complete thought.
Although it may carry seeds
of something fundamental to us all.
Jesus. Called it Love
Just another cue. A particle, on an element.
To create an impetus for things to do.
Something somehow essential, yet hidden
In the dark of furious forces.
In the terrifying realm of greater things.
An afterthought Now given wings...
How this infinitesimal thing Having been protected,
although almost an impossibility,
kept inside...
One heart.
a reference point
a seed...
Gave its tidal wave a point,
unmeasured
To become somehow, something greater
in times of need
Such as these... All for...
A tiny spark
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