Love

We live in this world of darkness each of us wondering whether light exist

There is a dark night within this world. It seems endless for so many us. The sub never shines and the stars seemed to have exploded and turned to nothing. The moon? There is no moon. It disappeared long ago with all our hope and all our faith. We all seem to be lost within the endless night with nothing to guides. We can't even see where we stand. We walk around blindly, feeling about for something to hold onto and to follow.  But for us there is no yellow brick road, no light at the end of the tunnel. There is no hand outstretched so that we can grab hold of it and find our way to the light.

 

There is none of that. There is only darkness. We can not expect light to be there if we do not emit our own. Love is the secret to light. We all must love, open our hearts and outstretch our hands. Our light will blind someone in the darkness, they will see and their searching hands will find our outstretched ones. Our light will flood into them. And slowly over time more and more hands will intertwine and more light will spread and shine. And the moon will return, the stars will be reborned and the sun will rise once more.

 

All we need to do is plant a seed of love.

 

Author's Note

not a short story but no a poem. I guess it prose. written pretty quickly. I like it. What do you guys think. It was kinda inspired by To Write Love On Her Arms.
With Love, Tallulah

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

You words are so beautifully expressed, balancing the pain of the darkness and the brilliance of the light... Here love brings the world to life... What a hopeful write, giving us the direction we need to begin to turn the world around.