The Saving
Light
In honour of International Harry Potter Day
2 May, 2014 – 16 years since Voldemort was defeated
After all this time? Always.
The stone that steadies you on rocky ground,
The joyful laughter in a land without sound,
The hand that reaches to help you up,
When about to drink from Death’s own cup.
In the darkness of eternal night,
That one last ray of saving light.
The safety of a mother’s arms,
The cooling water on sore, cracked palms.
The thing to cherish when at day’s end,
You come home to let your heart mend.
When all goes wrong, and nothing is right,
That one last ray of saving light.
The door that opens the universe,
The magic that lifts every curse.
That finds the only way to go,
No matter who or what says no.
The soft breath as the bird takes flight,
That one last ray of saving light.
The opening of the only road,
The joyful run that never slowed.
The beginning, and the end,
Your first breath and your last, my friend.
At heart’s despair, your deepest plight,
That one last ray of saving light.
The choice, last few days of your life,
One way to calm the raging strife.
To lose yourself in magic tales,
A world where evil always fails.
To see the hope, the will to fight,
That one last ray of saving light.
To shape your soul, to watch it fly,
With weapons no money can buy.
Stone at the base of the tower,
Leading to amazing power.
To find true joy, such peace, so right,
The eternal ray of saving light.
All was well.
