Light of the World

An unexpected loss
Plunges her into a dark world.

So she writes,
Pulling from time and experience,
Every twig of hope
She can find.

She places them, by hand,
In a small brown notebook,
Arranging the words neatly,
Carefully, reading them
Again and again,
Thus blowing a spark of life
Into the pages.

See, she is telling
Whoever would listen,
Even in this darkness
There is beauty.

We warm ourselves by the flame
Of her words,
Drawn by the light
Of recognition.

From Light of Recognition by Maria Brady-Smith

Photo by Mike Smith