The Keeper's Light

I am not the path, nor the journey's end,
But the glow that bends where shadows bend.
I hold no answers, no promised land,
Only this lamp and a steady hand.

I’ve seen the eager, the bold, the lost,
Crossing waters at their perilous cost.
They chase the mirage, the fleeting flame,
But find no solace, only blame.

“Still your mind,” I whisper low,
“Let the ripples fade and the truth will show.
This light I bear is not for show;
It’s yours to carry, yours to grow.”

Some heed my call, their hearts aflame,
Others scoff and seek a name.
But the lamp is patient, it does not tire,
It waits for the soul who will dare to aspire.

When my time wanes, as all times must,
I set the lamp down in solemn trust.
Not to extinguish, not to forget,
But to guide the steps of those not met.

For this light is not mine, nor yours alone,
It’s the flame of wisdom, a seed once sown.
So take it, bearer, and keep it bright—
For the Chasm yields only to the Keeper's light.


-- Pradeep K (Prady)