Still, It Rises

Tell me --
in this dark-eyed world,
where up is down, and down is up,
and divisiveness and hatred rule the day;

where respect is weakness,
and winners need losers,
and lies and deception
serve the confident clamour --

Tell me… where is the light?
Where is the speck that brightens the night,
showing way through this darkened sky?

In moments of darkest embrace,
will we finally learn
how light rises from void,
burning without waiver --
in each of us,
defying the storms of time?

Will we finally learn
that strength lies firmly waiting --
recognizing that the immovable beauty is within,
holding eternally
against the onslaught of the deadening crass?

Will we come to see
how the light flows and rises
through fields of despair,
giving of itself freely—unceasingly,
in no need of the dark effort of a lie
to exist?