![]() When I was a teenager, I did a lot of babysitting for folks in the area. Some of them lived on dead end streets out in the boonies. One lady even lived in a one room cabin out in the middle of the woods. If she did not have those two huge Newfoundland dogs (which took up over half of the cabin floor space!) to keep me company, I would have been convinced there were bears roaming around outside. I often found myself driving home late at night, long after the sun had set and most normal people would have gone to bed. The endless dirt roads seemed very dark at night, and unless the moon was out, there was no other light to guide my way except for my headlights in front of me. With my crazy imagination, it was easy to feel like I was the only one left in the world, like something had happened and taken all the people away. Once in a while I would see a deer dart across the road, or maybe even a coyote, but life as I knew it during the day was completely different at night. I remember one particular night as I was driving home and everything seemed extremely dark to me. No lights were on in the nearby houses, and I felt so all alone. I happened to glance up toward the hill and a little bit of light caught my attention. I watched as the tiny speck of yellow flickered on and off as the trees swayed in the gentle summer breeze. That light became my beacon and my friend as I drove home from my babysitting jobs. I knew somebody was still out there and I was not alone. I originally wrote this poem back in 1996, but revamped it this year to have more of a spiritual meaning. Even on the road of life we can seem alone and forsaken, but there is always One bit of Light that shines through to keep us on the path that we should travel. God bless! A Glow of Light Upon a Hill Written by Cara (Pinkham) Simmons Copyright 1996 and 2013 High upon a weathered hill, In the woods of north Vermont, Shone a little twinkling light, Through the window of the night. It pierced through the darkness, Flickering hope to me, When all else seemed so still, That light upon the hill, Reached out and seemed to say, “Fear not, my child, you’re not alone. Look to me, I’ll guide you home.” High upon a weathered hill, Just outside Jerusalem, Shone the greatest Light of the world, Through the window of the night. It pierced through the darkness, Flickering hope to me, And when I bowed upon my knees, That Light upon the hill, Reached out and seemed to say, “Fear not, my child, you are forgiven, You looked to Me, I’ll guide you home.” The Light of the world is Jesus He died for you and me. Through Him is hope of salvation, Your Father He’ll always be, And when you think you’re all alone, Just focus on the Light, It pierces through the darkness, It’ll chase away the night, Just reach out and hear Him say, “Fear not, my child, you’re not alone, Look unto me, I’ll guide you home.” Simmons copyright 1996 and 2013
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