Even on a gray morning,
With freezing fog forming a slick glaze
On the dead leaves layered on the driveway, 

A moment's sun brings light and hope
To those who've learned
That a greater Light is always burning
Beyond this world's passing troubles
And illusions of power and presence, 

Whose hope is anchored to things unseen, 
Things that last beyond glazed dreams
And half-dazed moments of meaning. 

H. Arnett
12/9/24