Even When the Light is Low

I turned the clock back to the dark That’s what it felt like in my heart The midnight hour reappeared Among a few unfallen tears The hidden hand tugs on my shoulder Calls my name, but I won’t go Cuz the world speaks in poetry Just the way it’s supposed to be There is still a way back home Even when the light is low And even if my time is short Don’t tow me back to port Point me starboard, out to sea And let the tide have its way with me The hidden hand tugs on my shoulder Calls my name, but I won’t go Cuz the world speaks in poetry Just the way it’s supposed to be There is still a way back home Even when the light is low Are you weary, heavy laden? Just how long will you be waiting? The hidden hand tugs on your shoulder Calls your name, but don’t you know That the world speaks in poetry Even when it’s not supposed to be You will find your way back home And you will never be alone Even when the light is low Even when the light is low --Tom Prasada-Rao

(Written 11.7.23 as Tom endured chemo for a cancer that took his life 6 months ago--but could never take Tom's light).