Fireflies

The last time I saw fireflies was on a still summer night
walking home from all the mess we made,
thinking how will my life be after all this pain
that has stained
my path?
and our memories replayed
and I was reminiscing on your eyes and how healing from their cutting gaze
has been exponentially delayed.
I was deep in thought but then I was caught off guard;
I took it as a hopeful sign from God--because as I walked
through the dark,
I could see a glow from the corner of my eye
and when I focused more, I saw them--about seven fireflies,
shining in and out of existence.
And I was instantly reminded that hope requires persistence,
that no instance of depression or any lowly heartless position
could ever take away my hope...
Because it is in the most quietest moments of my soul
that a light is lit within,
always helping me get safely home.

Clouds

late nights
stolen dreams
but the light
still shines within

and it seems
that through the seams
love will always burst through

the clouds gather
my joy scatters
and fear may settle
but there is always love

and it is steadfast
and constant
and pure

what are we destined for?
my eyes glisten
from the tears
and the hopes

because
through the clouds,
my eyes can still see...

and it is all thanks to You.