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The heavy desert heat
assaulted her,
shut down her cool,
absorbed her essence,
stole from her the
right to breathe.
Sometimes, life’s colors spin away and set us spinning, too.
The air about us thickens, and we lose our point of view.
When trouble steals the blood that flows
beneath my rosy cheek—
when ashes gather round my eyes
and lips refuse to speak—
I let the sorrow carry me
on silvered wings—so high
that even in the darkness
I return as butterfly.
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When Buddah was on his death bed, he noticed his young disciple, Anan, was weeping.
“Why are you weeping, Anan?” he asked.
“Because the light of the world is about to be extinguished, and we will be in darkness.”
The Buddha summoned up all his remaining energy and spoke what were to be his final words on earth.
“Anan, Anan, be a light unto yourself.”
– Buddhist scripture
There isn’t enough darkness in all the world to snuff out the light of one little candle.
–Robert Alden
Before you can see the light, you have to deal with the darkness.
–Anonymous
Faith is seeing the light with your heart when all your eyes see is darkness.
–Usman Ismaheel
I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death, but an infinite ocean of light and love, which flowed over the ocean of darkness.
–George Fox
Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all the darkness.
–Desmond Tutu
Moths are drawn to light
and so am I,
wings awave against
the darkened sky.
Free to fly yet
bound by naked need,
anchored to a source
I won’t concede.
A merry heart will not be bound
by winter snow or frozen earth.
No weathered brow or soil-stained cheek
can quell the buoyant lines of mirth.
On a quiet summer morning,
after night’s unbroken rest,
I look past the tree-framed window
and discover I am blessed.
I am from gentle ties that bind; from farmland and baked bread and small, sturdy hands, from goodness and grittiness, grounded in virtue and faith.
The phone rings.
Innocence answers cheerfully,
vanishes on a sigh.
Lightning shouldn’t strike twice.
Children should be bulletproof.