Golden slanted rays of light
Illuminate the mundane
Treasure plain to human sight
Seconds pass and gone again.
Sacred moments touch the heart
Breathing stops, a sense of awe
Stillness falls, time set apart
Spirit can’t resist the draw.
Deep calls to deep, hear the plea
Embers dim begin to glow
Fuelled by oil flowing free
Darkness ebbs from hearts aglow.
Heather Hancock - Author, Editor, Ghostwriter 