By Richard Perrotti
The night was cold as I gazed at the sky,
Sadness about me swirled.
How could I celebrate the season
With so much darkness in the world?
All of the hate, hurt and anger
Had exploded into my sight.
Did no one wish to be happy?
No, everyone needed to be right.
That’s when I heard him walk up to me,
Old, with a kindly face.
He smiled, at first saying nothing
As we both stared off into space.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He gestured,
His hand reaching out to the sky.
“This light’s traveled eons to get here
And register in your mind’s eye.
As you dwell on the state of the world,
Consider the stars this cold night.
Truly if there were no darkness,
How would you understand light?
One more thought to soothe your soul
As you gaze at the deep dark afar;
All of the good that’s ever been done
Outnumbers this vast sea of stars.
So change your focus, search for what’s good.
You won’t have to look very far!
Be the light that dissipates night
For love is what we all truly are.”
I felt my heart lighten, releasing the dark,
Just as night must surrender to dawn.
I turned to thank him for his gentle words
To find no one there. He was gone.
Was it all in my mind? I wondered
Then realized that it mattered naught.
Love is the light of the season;
One just need remember that thought.