If I were an artist
I’d paint away the darkness 
so that the world could see my spark.

If I were a musician 
I’d play the loveliest notes 
so that the world could hear my glow.

If I were a dancer 
I’d float across a ballroom 
so that the world could see me shine.

Alas, 
I cannot
draw
or
sing
or 
play
or 
elegantly sway
in spectacular ways;
so, 
my words must be enough 
to somehow impart the 
Truth—
that the darkness 
was always a lie,
and it’s 
His Light 
that gives me life.   

A lady writing at a table with a sleeping cat below, by George Goodwin Kilburne (1839-1924)