Week # 48 Tiny Island

                  Tiny Island
 
I’m a tiny island in a raging river
A blunted arrow in the warrior’s quiver
A lonely black sheep within the flock
But my island’s founded upon a rock
 
I’m a lonely voice in a world of noise
A carpenter’s tool in a box of toys
I’m standing alone against what is wrong
But somehow I know that I do belong
 
I’m a burning light on a darkened hill
Efforts to extinguish but I’m shining still
The spark inside is what is real
It’s the only thing the dark can’t steal
 
I’m a tiny island in a river vast
The drowning floods just roar on past
In safe harbor I’ll one day dock
My tiny island was on the rock
 
 
David Kettler
March 12th 2017
 
This was inspired by my friend JR Cordoba.