Beaming Rays

Her Beaming Rays

By Rusty Cason

My aching heart convinced me I would fail.

I always based my future on my past.

Her voice kept telling me you will prevail

Those words did echo, yet they did not last.

She read my words, to her they were a gift,

then told me I was much more than I seem.

My mind without a sail was but adrift.

Just like a lighthouse she became my beam.

My shaking frame she holds just like a child.

That little boy inside wants to be free.

Unshackled of my past, my mind runs wild.

The great result is creativity.

As tiny flowers break the winter snows.

her shining beam allows my mind to grow.

By: Rusty Cason