Light, the Source of all created,
Substance of our fate and fortune.
Grab a lantern; bring a torch in!
We may know, yet still debate it.

Light! The One for whom we’ve waited–
Not “out there,” but deep inside us:
Spark that Providence provided.
Where is yours? O let it shimmer!
Vanquish darkness with a glimmer!
Light! The One we all reside in!

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Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 48: (FORTUNE) in the B rhyme line.