“Some carry light without knowing its impact; others dim their own light, before it even has the chance to shine.”

Lanterns drift across the water,
their reflections bending with the ripples.
Each light carries a memory,
a secret folded into flame.

Some shine steady,
guiding without question.
Some flicker,
resisting the wind.
And some disappear
into the night
before anyone notices they were ever there.

But one lantern moves without a hand,
its glow untouched by flame or oil,
as if it belongs, solely to the heart itself,
a reminder that not all light
comes from what is held in the hand,

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

When that lantern passed, noone but me saw it, noone but me felt it, but the ripples on the water showed it was there and I knew its message.

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