When driving through the rough terrain,
Not thinking that the sun will ever disappear,
You come upon a tunnel.
When walking through the beautiful hills,
Not expecting the bright day to turn dark,
A storm blots out the blue skies.
While cozily reading in a warm glow,
Not anticipating the lamp will blink off,
An outage plunges light into darkness.
There's a light at the end, forge ahead.
A rainbow will appear, keep looking up.
One small candle can dispell the dark.
Be the light.
Pops Blair, 2017