Metaphor for a Heart Ignited by Hope

It is but a faint beam
of hope that dares
filter past the pane
darkened
by years of
dust encrusted.

No longer do the
chambers within beckon,
shrouded in the
secrecy of silence
they've become.

But one beam
penetrates,
in reality a flicker;
it's yellow flame
choreographed
to expose forgotten
shadows of shame.

The one flame ignites
the burning of an
ancient scroll,
inscribed with
the belief that
hope has been lost.

The spreading fire
Clears away a lifetime
of confusion, leaving
in its place refined hope
and redemption.

July 2006 by Glen Alan Woods