The change this world is waiting for
Will come about through little things:
A simple song, a lovely poem,
A striking though imperfect thought.
Like shards of light that pierce the dark,
These broken fragments of the heart
Are smoke-soaked mirrors that reflect
A deep undying primal Light
That brighter grows as ages pass,
Unseen by unaccustomed eyes,
But soon will be the common sight:
On(c)e pierced, now piercer of the night!
Copyright 2020 Dennis M. Cortes