Whitacre

blonde hair cascading
he enters hesitantly
shyly
but with a smile

he speaks of this strange idea
that there is light in the world

after all the dark dark clouds
and violent thunderstorms

centuries of war
genocide
hunger

light that breaks through
like water in concrete crack
and can’t be stopped

light that shines through
the sympathy of eyes
the symphony of tears

light that shines eternally
from creator’s love

and you believe