Eight Night

hold the light

            for my son david 

for those who look

for those who seek

there is always light— fractured

but still there

capture the light in each moment—

when your legs can’t hold you

when your body refuses to listen

when you wonder if the pain will abate

read the words you wrote 

wondering how you got to this place—

this, you said, is when we find out

the depth of our faith—

when you wander in that place

sometimes it is good to stand and rant,

to scream and rage at the universe

until you see a sliver of light