|Where Michael Brown died, Ferguson, Night 2|
In prison, Light strengthened its will
to ease the pain of the Dark-Times—
un-repentant, attracting friends.
Forbidden to buy its weapons,
Light found a back-alley seller
who promised to protect its back.
Probation did not deter Light
from returning to the crime scene
then, Hope and Love in its pockets.
Hands free to touch voices, Light now
washes our fingers and toes, feeds
us pocket crumbs, lessens our fears .
It guides healers alongside us
so—as we take time to hear each
one’s story—community grows.
No longer battling or alone,
Light refuses to abandon
or hasten the transformation.
No longer an isolated
or finite incident, Light flowsover the Dark-Times where it glows.
Posted for Kerry's
at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast