Holding Light
Today, as prompted, I am holding light
I am sitting with light, listening to light
Contemplating its source
The sun which is always, as of yet, up in the sky
Even in the darkest of days of our entire lives
Darkness coexists with its opposite
Half of us in the still of an ink black night
As the other half of are bathed in light.
Though days are not always sunny and bright
Sunshine still is the source of life
The plants we eat, the air we breath and expire
The light we all have stored safely inside.
Whether we can or can’t see it
It’s there in the darkest of times
we are all purveyors of sun’s light
As prompted and as logic requires
Today I am holding my light