The world is wonder and light,
Though with its share of dark.
We see what we want to see.
I'm trying, no struggling, to focus
On all that is lovely.
That dark though, it's a heavy weight.
I carry it like a sinker on a line.
How I pray that I notice the sun.
And all of the beauty it enlightens.
Every day.
And even in the night,
I pray the moon helps me remember
That there is constant light,
that I am not drowning and
I can always surface
and breathe in life
whenever I need it...
