A chink of light
(and it could be you)
is enough to lead
a soul out of darkness.
The winter solstice
on the day short lived
with a single ray
from the rising sun
comes through to us
by clever design
through an opening
in the dark chamber
of a stone age tomb,
filling it with gold
no vault could hold
with such hope for us.
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