Moments can come so clear –
light over the hills, between the rain,
sudden declaration of love’s presence
after the dream of dark times

So I see I have a choice,
and why would I ever
choose anything but love?
Why would I scribble dark marks
across the page of what I see,
what I tally, what I hold in thought?

Sunlight dances out of the shadows,
love slips in between complaint
and offers softness.
Light is what we see,
and love is what we know.
Within us all is power
to make it so.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2023