All who do not believe know there is light

All who do not believe know there is light
shining in even the most desperate,
wandering from their path in darkest night
to search for the gardens of the Hesperides.
Each who is lost will find a guide
carrying a basket woven of rushes
to hold the golden apples inside
plucked from branches a warm wind brushes.
The far stars ache for your return,
a candle yellow in the window.
Even the oldest heart will burn
for a hearth of coals among the meadows,
always rising beyond your farthest reach
threaded by streams whose pools have much to teach.
 
~ Bob Elmendorf