Light

In the Darkerst of Hours, here I stand alone hoping to find the way out.Screamed as loud as I can. No one hears me. I cried silently because I was afraid. Soon troubles I came across,met with obstacles that were impossible to get through.Tried my best, gave every single ounce of energy I've got inside of me.As the final strength I gave, as the last sweat dropped from my head,I was still here. Stuck in a dark place with no one to help me. I was at the verge of giving up.

I closed my eyes and prayed. "God, please help me. I've ran out of energy for me to get through from this dark place. I've tried my very best but to no avail. Please give me strength. Please show me the Light for me to follow".

I was laying down on the ground, I couldn't even open my eyes. I was too weak. Suddenly I can sense that something was coming. Something magical. A gust of wind blew at my face. I couldn't see what was it as my eyes were still close. A sudden burst of light came out of nowhere in front of me. Even with my eyes closed, I can see the light, as it penetrated my eyelids. Slowly I tried to open my eyes to see what was it.

All I can see was a bright light in a shape of a human being was standing in front of me. It was beautiful. The Light gave me a hand to stand back up onmy feet. Telling me not to give up. It just said, "follow me to the end of the tunnel". It brightens up the darken tunnel. Everything which was in the tunnel was revealed. Obstacles which can't be seen was now visible to my eyes. I can just walk through it with ease.

As I reached at the end of the tunnel, the Light grabbed my hand and lead me out. I was so thankful, grateful and blessed that I was shown the way outfrom the dark place. Without the Light, I will for sure still be alone in the Darkest of Hours.

Narrated/Written by B .

I Love You


When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.


O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.

Sarah Teasdale