Morning’s sun rises, undeterred and formidable.
A warm smile
A gentle hug
A moment of calm
A creative thought
A grateful heart
A compassionate shoulder
In a steaming mug or a chilled glass
In a full breath,
The first miraculous, squalling breath of a newborn.
The essential mandate:
Let there be light,
And there was.
The pinpoint seems a small comfort,
In the face of extraordinary darkness,
But that little light means everything.