Evil and darkness win

A lot actually

But only initially

Cry and be angry

Not only justified

But to be celebrated

The light wins out 

Slowly but inevitably 

Like the mills of God

One day at a time

With each cup of coffee

Honest conversation

Blessings in pain

The daily grace that appears right on time

Unexpected laughter

The possibility of love

And the tears, the tears

That allow you to finally see