The Light

Hope, is in the dark corner, behind

the doctor’s head, who has just told

you that your cancer is inoperable. 

Let your eyes, your thoughts hold onto 

that infinity point where all that is possible

is awaiting the birth of its potential to

make a difference, for you. 

It is the gift that gives us life and death

- each being its own gift, when you look 

at it in a certain light, right? Light 

perceived as an infinite wave length in 

which our particles have our time, our song, 

our dance.

What will you wear to your last dance on

earth? What poem or what song will be on 

your lips when you cease to breathe? Where

do you want dance through infinity?

You say you don’t want to be free, you want

to stay and see, another dawn, high noon,

sunset. Do, please do, and know, too, that

in each of these you are the Light.

—Martha Ward