I went
striding.
Alone.
In the chill
amidst the
challenges
of that,
this current
life, living,
they are there
glaring, dark.
It is, all ways,
good to hold
your self; and
remember that
you are alive
amidst the beauty
of things that
emerge, in
presence.
That you
can see,
through the pain
of what travail
you might find,
we all have found,
some thing beyond,
that now comes.
Found, sensed
there, that glimmer
of light, that
sparkles sure, pure —
known, the darkness.
And beauty, regained.
A lived life.