Hello,
My name is Viola and welcome to this poem,
A resting poem,
That I have written for all of you.
Thank you.
There is light within the branches in the woods that call to us.
There is light reflecting back across oceans and rivers and resting between hills and valleys.
There is light rising in the green,
Green pastures that remind us of home.
Now there is light circling around us,
Waiting,
Waiting to be seen.
And when the world feels dim,
Unkind,
And mean,
There is still light.
For the light is in our hearts and we are called to become the light.
For one spark will light another and another until a flame appears,
A flame of love and kindness and well-being,
Not only for the world,
But for each one of us.