The Promise Light
Sorrow soaking in the ground
And from the sky which had
Lost light three days ago
When the sun had hid his face
From a burden borne of shame.
On this day she came
And wandered lands that had been known
In happier times.
The world was heavy then with blame
When she saw him
From the corner of her eye
And he came
Unto her side and as he did
The grass began to rise and brightness spread
With flowers and the Promise Light of sun.
Within, her sorrow was the same.
He asked for its cause.
She lifted her eyes and in that pause,
He said her name
Then the sorrow fled like fog,
Erasing need for shame.
The teacher spoke into the self,
She looked and said, “You came.”