Adolescent pupils surge campus, sun children mourn waning
days, harvest bounties color mealtime plates, and I am re-inspired to write. The
setting of summer warmth leaves less to hold the glow of hope. Trees begin
their fiery crescendos of yellow and red in dramatic refutation to the coming
darkness. This turning to cold months reminds me to rekindle my inner radiance.
I keep the brightness sheltered in my soul. Like anthropomorphic lighthouses, purposeful
others take up the task with care.
We are light bearers now, the brave few burning beyond the
bleakness to outshine these somber circumstances. As if pursuing some avowed
pilgrimage, we share our brilliance with everyone we find.
Maybe this luminous love will see us all through.