LIGHT

Light,
Natural, man-made, or otherwise
Has always been there.
Some times it is in what we choose to see,
Or how we choose to see it,
But it has always had its way with us,
Drawing us near in the dark of winter,
Hinting at possibility in the spring,
Opening us up in the heat of summer.
Reminding us, despite fragments of despair,
Of renewal
And allowing us to revel,
In possibility and hope.