Into the Dark and Peer

Many walk within the dark and peer,
As if each step draws near the end of a pier.
Some move cautiously, burdened by fear,
While a faithful few press on with purpose clear.

Many turn away before the path is known,
Haunted by shadows they have never outgrown.
Yet why retreat from what you fear,
When courage whispers, “The way is here”?

The moon and sun revolve as one,
Each yielding place until the day is done.
Darkness and light are forever intertwined,
Teaching strength to the searching mind.

You never know what waits beyond the pier,
Until you dare to draw yourself near.
For sometimes hope is hidden where shadows appear—
So look within the dark… and peer.

Granules of Gold

Granules of sand were the gold I’d pan,
Scattered gently through my life’s span.
Years of sifting, searching each day,
Watching countless grains drift away.

Many were carried upon the wind,
Loved ones and friends I cannot mend.
Their voices linger though they are gone,
Echoing softly with each new dawn.

Yet there is comfort the heart can hold:
No grain is ever truly lost to the fold.
The winds keep turning, the seasons roll,
Guarding fragments of every soul.

Perhaps one day another will stand,
Patiently panning with hopeful hands.
And in those quiet grains they’ll find
The gold we left for humankind.

For every life, though brief its stay,
Leaves something precious along the way.
Like hidden treasure beneath the sun,
Waiting to shine when the searching is done.

“The greatest treasures we leave behind are not buried in the earth, but in the lives we touch.”