You made my world
Rich and beautiful.
now I realize until my light becomes a reality in someone’s darkness that light of mine is a clanging cymbal.
you made my life rich and beautiful, when rich and beautiful was foreign to my teary and broken reality.
there’s light in a smile. a sunlight in listening with the ears within. a warmth from a bosom of love. a freedom in compassion. a change and tenderness in the eyes that looks with patience, without condemnation.
you made my life rich and beautiful. now I have become a harbinger of goodness and love within the city of men.