By Bryan Hayes
What draws me to the light…not *the* light, but the light – of day…
Waking up knowing that there is insurmountable pain, injustice, and sorrow
Too unbearable to bear, the weight overwhelming, and the answers underwhelming…
What is it? I cannot by definition define it, but do not need to know everything, no…
Only that with each new today, there is a flicker of hope, a glimmer of chance
That I might make some minute difference, and this time here will be of some significance
Beyond my own, in this body that is permanently on loan, on this journey where I atone
