A Wider Light
Perception shifts—the world tilts
What once was fixed now softly wilts
Each moment holds a different hue
And in the change, I find what's true
To hope, I hold with open hands
Like seeds I scatter in dry lands
Small acts of care—repair begun
A thread of light, a rising sun
I mourn the lost, but still believe
There’s more to hold than just to grieve
Beyond the noise, I sense a thread
Of voices rising, not yet dead
I've learned that truth is often slow
And healing grows from what we show
Patterns form beneath the pain
A wider light, a deeper name
© daniel miltz
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