through the light
/wrinkled fingers pat the sand,
grainy crumbs of time
tell me softly how to land
ice and snow storms always end,
buried up in grime
every winter ends in spring,
fighting with the dark
warn me calmly that it stings,
that transforming everything
leaves some itching marks
every hesitant “what if”
maybe turns to “let's”
teach me wisely how to grieve,
then to filter through a sieve
fears and regrets
when we see the final sign –
there's another turn
lead me through the firing line
do we always intertwine,
when we need to learn?
lived through miracles and pain,
open to explore
make me ready once again
for the world, that now and then
brings us all ashore
pen and paper, lying still,
something's always right.
show me feelings that i will
turn into a useful skill –
living through the Light