The narrow path that sometimes seems too long
dim crescent moon in deeply dark night sky
and have they ever made you feel the throng
of voices on your head that ask you why
but never seem to show the way to be
the touch of fate that seems to threaten you
and blinds your inside eye so you can’t see
the little light that grows and burns as true
as any light could be, a voice that speaks
that elevates your spirit, steals your fear
reveals itself in unexpected weeks …
and drugs your senses ’till your vision’s clear.
Then Lucida was born to help us see
the all pervading light that helps us be.
© 2016 John Anstie
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This poem is dedicated to Leila Seren Grace Anstie, my fourth grandchild
born at 11:25am on Wednesday, 7th September 2016.
A sister to Samuel, who isn’t here, at least in person,
to meet her, and sister to Nathaniel, who, happily, is.
Leila = dark as night (from the Arabic Laylah “night”)
Seren = a star
Serenity = title of honour, respect. A title for royalty.
Grace = elegance
Anstie = (from anstige, a narrow path)
Lucida = the brightest star
in the constellation, Alpha Monocerotis