There are those people you meet
Who by their mere presence
Light that corner—or expanse
Of darkness in your heart.
Walking amidst that familiar fog
Or into a night that seems to stretch on and on,
How welcome is that vessel of light—
The person whose heart reverberates,
Whose face shines like the dawn.
Who knows when they’ll appear…
Surely, sometime, in the dead of night
When you’ve nearly given up.
A ray of light will emerge
As if to teach you—or remind you
Of your very calling to shine as light
In the night.
The Unspeaking Center 