Soft as a word

A lone light flickers in the darkest night, Wandering souls, searching for sight, Through shadows deep, silent cries unheard, A distant glow whispers, soft as a word. Guiding light in the night, pure and bright, A beacon of hope, in the endless fight, Drawing near to warmth, so tender and true, A haven of souls, where love renews. Closer now, the cabin’s glow reveals, A sanctuary warm, where broken hearts heal, Through the window’s gleam, a scene so rare, Inviting weary souls, to find comfort there. Inside the glow, a table set with grace, Dishes of solace, love’s embrace, Stories weave together, each heart’s part, A tapestry of souls, united from the start. She stands as a guide, with a welcoming hand, Inviting all to join, to understand, In the circle’s warmth, the night’s fears cease, Together they rise, finding inner peace. Guiding light in the night, pure and bright, A beacon of hope, in the endless fight, Drawing near to warmth, so tender and true, A haven of souls, where love renews. In the cabin’s glow, lost souls find their way, Through the darkest night, to the break of day, Together they stand, no longer alone, In the guiding light, they’ve found their home.