Inner Lights

These lights shine independent

of our hooded fears,

our darting doubts

that cover them like wind-whipped cloaks

to make them seem to blink and waver

or our yearning plea that they be validated

as if to make them shine they must be seen

These lights we fight for,

strive, with all our rough-made tools

to protect

and strive, through strict regimes

to make more bright

Shine on their own.

Nothing we can do can stop their shining

Nothing we can do makes them appear

But still their beacon calls across the night

Their signal constant, radiant and clear.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 1, 2012