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Light Bulb Moment

Grief walking

in the dark

with the pounding

in my head

measuring steps.

May as well,

since sleep won't come;

washed away

by my tears.

Still, seeking You

in the morning

As is my custom.

But, Oh!

Sweet surprise!

Life arose

while I was weeping.

Shadows defeated

as the Light,

on two legs

walked out of death.

That first breath

sweet joy!



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