In the dVerse Poets Pub, Merril invites us to pen a poem including this line from poet Amanda Gorman's "The Hill We Climb"
“where can we find light in this never-ending shade?”
For some unimaginable reason, the Jungle Book and Rudyard Kipling popped into my mind, thus my prosery.
In the vast expanse of a starry void, Mowgli floated .. lost in a cosmic wilderness far from the jungle he once knew. Silence enveloped him like a shroud. He drifted through fields of stardust and ghostly comets. "Where can we find light in this never-ending shade" he whispered .. his voice barely a ripple against the stillness. The boy's question hung in the air, unanswered. He remembered the warmth of sunshine filtering through trees, the vivid colors of earth .. each memory a distant star.. out of reach.
Yet, within the endless night, Mowgli knew he had to search for that light. He summoned the courage that once guided him through dangerous dense jungle foliage, set his sights on the glittering Milky Way .. certain that in one of those illuminated clouds, he would find a way back to the warmth of 'home.'