A ray of light

Lost in contemplation of all the ways 

My world’s imperfect now, I chanced to look 

Outside my window, and this one 

Brief ray of light appeared (and left, 

Once I had set my camera down 

And started writing), as if to say 

Two things, or maybe three: 

That there is hope; this life, at heart, is good; 

And it’s my job, and yours as well, 

To see, and share, and be that ray of light; 

To glow with absolute conviction, and hope, 

That all this dark division and this waiting 

Will somehow bring us to a brighter place.