The Scent of Light

Like a great starving beast my body

Is quivering, fixed on the scent of light

                               Hafiz

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Some days

even on the brightest of days

when the sun rises brilliant

in an autumn sky

my soul is searching for the light

in the hungering darkness

of greed and hate

in the murky morass of graft and dishonesty

my soul seeks for that nurturing power

that can bring it to life

and help it grow

most days I find it

in the rising sun

in the gentle lean of Finn the dog against my leg

in an act of generosity and compassion observed

it is there

in all the usual places

but in places unusual too

it moments of disappointment

when a moment of peace intrudes, unexpected

in moments of failure, when I realise

I can let it go

and move on

here is the raw truth

there IS good in the world

and there IS Sacred

which is light

there is that power

which over comes evil with good

and the scent of light

permeates all

all