Reflectivesurfaces's Blog

When life becomes a whirlwind
And you are swept out to sea,
It is in those moments
That you come to me.

To find the center of light
That rests at the core
And brightens your path,
And makes survival mean so much more.

It is that which I seek
And sometimes, can find
That little spark of illumination
That clears dark from the mind.

It is when it is bleakest,
And there is no where to turn
It is the spark of joy
That begins in my soul to burn.

So in the tempest blown
When far from friendly shore
I open my soul up
And find there is more.

Much, much more.