The light shown briefly through the trees
The woodland floor was bright;
The dreary moss blushed in the glow
Of that pale, diffused light.
For one brief minute all the leaves
Shimmered with new life,
Even the velvet evergreens
Leaned in where light was rife.
And thus it was in my still world
When she paused for a word;
It was the kindest thing to do,
No kinder words, I’ve heard.
She cast a light on some small good
That she had seen in me,
A good I’d doubted for so long,
A good I couldn’t see.
I may not know what made her pause
To offer heart felt praise,
But I know that I’ll feel that light
Through many darkened days.
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