spark of curiosity

An angel sat in the dark quietly buying time. 

To all who saw they thought and thought, a lump.

The angel sat, thinking and planning, praying and pondering.

Upon the call it dropped its cloak and lit up the dark.

All within the cave were blinded, unable to see from the light.

The path had opened to wander free, yet none could take a step. 

When the angel cloaked its light again, the shadows of knowledge remained within the cave.

Most stayed glued to their fears, in relatively comfortable chains. 

Some brave souls stumbled forward, free from their helpless ignorance, the spark of curiosity their guiding flame.