Light Wells

There are times when the sunlight comes down
And is buried in the ground like a seed
Hidden hope yet withholding its power
As it waits for the hour of its need
Beauty fades in the world that surrounds
As the shadows abound in the earth
Spirits ache and they groan in travail
As they suffer the pale pain of birth

Orbital procession, spiraling ‘round the sun
Angular momentum, circling on and on
Optical dissonance, see what we cannot see
Singular genesis, pondering what we are

There were times when the sunlight came down
And was buried in the ground like a seed
Hope in bloom here unveiling its power
We are reaching the hour of our need
Beauty shines like a flame from a spark
Beyond anything the dark would allow
Breaking through, in the darkness unfurled
There is light in the world even now

Light wells