The Littlest Spark
At times I find surprises some bright summer day;
Little wonders of delicate line and shade.
I pick them up and cradle them in my palms.
They are so beautiful that I am overwhelmed with their splendor,
And I find that I want to share this beauty with her—
My sister.
My sister with her bright eyes now so world-wise and world-worn.
She has seen the underbelly of human society,
And yet when she turns her eyes upon mine…
She smiles.
She smiles as if all that does not matter;
As if there is only us.
And I try to show her the little wonders I have found,
But sometimes I wonder if her eyes have become too jaded with all that they have witnessed.
Can they still see the beauty after all the horrors they’ve seen?
Is she dragged down by all the darkness,
Is it the type of thing that clings.
But still, I must try.
And I’d like to think that these little bits of beauty bring a spark of joy out of the blue,
And that they rekindle light and life anew.
Because a little light is always better than having none at all,
And even the littlest spark can alight the hope within us all.
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