I find a little sunshine
In some dark remnant of the past
Soon to be lost forever
On a grey day
I learn gratitude
For lessons of darkness
Which made of me a man
Who finds light
In the littlest things
On a grey day
I learn gratitude
For lessons of darkness
Which made of me a man
Who finds light
In the littlest things
No matter
All the miles
I’ll go
The turn for home
Eventually comes
Curves twist back upon themselves
Like discovering the harmony
In discord
Like finding the order
Underlying chaos
So that all the world
Alien and familiar
Becomes more beautiful
I understand
How the soft
Is stronger
Than the hard
The rugged land
A windward lee
And as the ripples
Lap the shore
The air, it riffles
Through my hair
Now calm descends
Upon my brow
My heart
In gentle rhythm
With the waves
Sun warms my face
This life like art
No better hand
Could wield a brush
Paint such perfection
On my soul