Errant sunrays pierce crystal orbs
Dripping from east-facing window frames,
And explode into rainbows of light,
On floor and walls.
Cool white tiles come to life,
In prismatic hues,
And help me face the day.
Light is hope.
Light is life.
It bends and fractures to bejewel parched fronds,
Its promise is wombed in precious water droplets,
To quench a world yet in darkness.
It comes and comes again,
To chase away night terrors,
And gently kiss sweet foreheads of waking children,
Glowing their fragrant skin.
In this gift of light, I believe,
Even when shadows stretch too far.
It is in the beholding,
And the rainbows are for the touching,
For the banishing of fear,
Inside and out,