In the circle of light,
the glow of the lamp,
I can’t see the corners.
And had I not known
they were there
they would not exist.
And if I did not believe
they were still there,
not disappeared in darkness,
I would not act
as if they were.
And so it is in my sorrow,
in the tiny circle
of hope still with me.
Waiting for sunrise
to spill though the windows,
to fill the room with light
to see all that remains
from the darkness.
A God that loves
and was always there.
For me.
For you