florence nightingales lamp

Through the gloom it shone,
Like oil spread out on the sea,
Bleached the twilight room
Gave hope to fallen arms.

Those that would not rise,
Nor see past the wooden tines,
Raked up in the coals of life,
In soft shelter from this night.

From my filmic eyes I see
But hear not one sound.
Murmured offerings,
Silent sufferings,

I hear not one sound.

Imagine this now
As it is, right now.
Beyond history, beyond past
Into us now, at last.

florence nightingales lamp

uncleblack

Joined February 2010

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