The Light of Hope

I Look into each new sunrise and see a fresh new day, the birth holding such powerful beauty within my heart as so desperately needs to be held. my view changes ever so slightly, a fresh new day. Though seeing it the same it may or may not hold quite the same. Nothing changed, yet in sooth the world has changed and I have changed it. For better or worse is yet in my sight But I have light. Not a bright flame deep inside, Nor blackened with darkness of pain. Just a flicker of light, thin as glass Endlessly striving to grow, Needing a gentle touch. A loving comfort dwelling around the mingling emotions of life.