The Remnant That Carries the Light
In every age when darkness falls
And fear would claim the hearts of all,
A remnant rises, small but bright,
Who listen in the dead of night
To the voice that others cannot hear—
The still, small whisper drawing near.
They build the ark, they flee the flame,
They carry what the world would name
As lost, as doomed, as past its prime—
The good seed of the coming time.
Not by their number are they known,
But by the light they bear alone.
A handful, yes, a tiny few,
Yet in their keeping lies the true
Inheritance of all that’s good—
The light that pierces brotherhood
Of fear, and turns the tide of war
Into the dawn that lies before.
Like Noah on the rising sea,
Like Lot who turned his face to flee,
Like those who heard the fish’s call
And answered, though the world seemed small—
They carry light through every flood,
Through fire, through judgment, through the blood
Of ages turning in their pain.
The remnant walks, and walks again,
Until the New Jerusalem
Descends to meet the faithful men
And women who have kept the flame
And never bowed to fear’s false name.
O remnant, small but full of might,
You are the seed, you are the light!
The hierarchies stand with you;
The future ripens in the few.
Though millions sleep and millions rage,
The remnant turns another page
And writes with light the story new—
The age of Spirit born in you.
“The Remnant That Carries the Light” by Tyla Gabriel
© 2026 Our Spirit LLC.
All Rights Reserved.
START at the beginning of this audio book of poetry.
NEXT POEM (coming in a few days)
Join us each Sunday for ‘Sermon and Song’ at www.tylagabriel.substack.com.
Posted by 
Our Spirit 