Along the shafts

 

These days I see the light everywhere  -
in the glow of wood grain,
in between the ribs
of all these living vessels of hope
(however much they cover it)

I see it along the shafts of rain,
and in compassion
that rises between the stories
of untold pain. I see it
in how much
everything alive desires to live,
and how the sky
hugs us all around
and holds us in.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 6, 2021