A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
“How will I find the door,”
he asks as he wanders through the dark,
“when it opens for me?”
He is told
There will be a light
that breaks through the black.
But he is in despair
Because he has been in the dark for so long
That when the light finally comes
He’s afraid he will be blind to it.
But he is assured
Light is more
Than just something you see.
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