Spiritual practice should be a bright unwavering light in the darkest room.
I open my heart and see something wane, unable to cast a shadow
but in the dark, it is still discernible
it still illuminates, if only a very little
not much to place one's hope on, but something tangible, at least
let us hope for a miracle of watts
multiplying the luminosity of my soul
so I amy find my way back home
