Finding a treasure chest of light
Within black caverns of rusty nails
Look past the leather wings and claws
The barking guard dog has no bite
Nor the coiled serpent with sharpened scales
Take strength cherishing what was
Gently floating above comes a saving acolyte
Sends down storms of loving gales
Such illumination giving pause
Gentle beauty easing all your fright
The hole is still there as faith lifts the black veil
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Author:
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