Darkness abounds in every season.

Autumn, it resides in the crisp bark of red trees, whose leaves descend.

Winter, in the deep murky waters beneath a frozen lake.

Spring, in your shadow on the pavement,

forever trailing those who walk in the sun.

Summer, in the black skies of the late night

where we cry out to God.

Where darkness lives, there is always light.

Autumn, in the pale sun breaking through orange leaves.

Winter, in the glistening snow.

Spring, in the fur of rabbits and the petals of daisies.

Summer, in the twinkling stars that illuminate the night sky.

Which will the world choose?

Perhaps the seasons, they are like people.

The shadows and the sun, they are like us.

Good and light exists on this earth, yes.

Though lately it feels as though darkness has won.

One day I pray, let there be justice.

Rage and hurt, come to light-

Not only to be seen, but understood.

I close my eyes and wish that day were today. But I open them, and see the world.