The Gift of Light
A gift of light rises
And falls, giving way
to the gift of darkness.
As night falls upon the earth
Little spots of light begin dancing and
Simmering, reminding us of what’s to come.
As the sun overcomes night, warmth
Falls upon the planet. It’s inhabitants
Look to this heat with delight.
However, they often forget the need
For cold to refresh the
Scorching summer days.
Much like our daily gifts of light,
We are given the present of seasons;
Spring, summer, fall, winter.
A cycle determined by our distant light.
Why this poem?
As a photographer, my main focus is to chase light. A mentor of mine described photographers as the “Seekers of Light”. While I must admit, the majority of my work is focused more on the moment than light, I will say that my favorite photographs are those with unique light. Regardless, the purpose of the poem is to dive into what makes us human, keeping in mind the cycles of life. Hoping to highlight the daily as well as yearly cycles we all encounter, putting into perspective the one, hopefully long, cycle of life we are all living.
