What a difference it makes when we see things in the light.
Where there is light, there is fire;
a fire that is capable of bringing life
even to that which is already sentenced to die.
Where there is light, there is beauty
Where there is light, there is hope,
for what spoke of death in the darkness,
in the light speaks of new beginnings, new chances
and a promise of renewal.
What spoke of inevitable death when in darkness,
in the light it speaks of what really counts:
it is not that we die,
for we all die, and we know that with certainty
but what counts is HOW we die,
whether glowing as a result of a fire still burning within
that nothing nor anyone can put out
or immersed in a permanent darkness that renders us dead,
even when we thought we lived.
Nature was not given to us just to delight us
but to guide us in how to live
so that our fire does not gradually diminish as we approach death,
but so that we become all the brighter, all the more glorious,
because maybe, just maybe,
even though we are convinced that death is the end,
What if it is just a new beginning?
Is it possible that nature has the knowledge of something that has escaped us?
It wouldn’t be the first time.
It shan’t be the last!