blessings drop
a miracle reveals itself
light in darkness
I walk close
to redeem pain
and then
The light moves
-it is not final
neither the end of life
nor troubles nor pain
It just guides me
to hitherto unseen paths
which just might
lead me
to a miracle
-or maybe not
Creative Experiments and More 
This is deep and lovely, Reena.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Punam!
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure, Reena. 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such a lovely message! Good one, Reena.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Chris!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautifully written, Reena.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Eugi!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Most welcome, Reena.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A beautiful poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much!
LikeLiked by 1 person
❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful, Reena.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Shreya!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is beautiful Reena! Love the message in your poem. Thanks for joining in.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Sadje! Glad you liked it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re very welcome
LikeLiked by 1 person
In the end, we need both the light and the pain in order to grow. You have written a wonderful bit philosophy here.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Joseph!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah, the “guiding light” can sometimes be an elusive phenomenon, Reena … 🌏🌟🌝
LikeLiked by 1 person
True. It is one of the paradoxes in life.
LikeLiked by 1 person