in the darkest of times where I go
is to a place somehow hidden
in the midst of pain
a place where microbursts of light
breaks through to reach us
a crack of light like the very one
you may have seen on stormy days
right at dusk when darkness
tried enveloping entire skies
but failed
fails because the sun sent out a call
a grace note so bright
it cut across the horizon
right into our hearts
and sangs to us
“do not give in
to sleep, to fear, denial
until you sow the little seeds
you found in what the light has gifted you.”
–Brother Coyote
