The sun when it rises
through fog
over horizons
always after the
blackest night…

The flame on the altar
so soft
its comforting warmth
never extinguished
glowing light…

The tear of another
shines love
on a cheek
recognition of
shared delight…

A formation of geese
heads south
through late summer skies
protecting their weak
fused flight…

Windows shine tenderness
of home
the welcome I craved
throughout the long day
made bright…

Pieces of clarity
make sense
when nothing else gels
in this world so cold
Love’s plight…