The Light Was the Moment

The light was the moment that caught me,
Not the moment I caught the light.
It was so beautiful, so bright, there was suddenly
A feeling of the world being out of sight.
Memories, tragedies, and fantasies
Played with my mental friendliness.
These tear-jerking, once-in-a-lifetime moments
Reminding me of the best.
Hurt and pain was my fondest friend,
As it taught me so well and gave me support,
When love and care and honesty,
Were only the things that made me wonder what we’re here for.
It wasn’t a moment I could escape,
As I was smothered by the warmth and Vision.
The moment the light, had my heart and mind
Make that ultimate collision.

3-16-1994 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire