It is found everywhere

But you must know where to look

Is it low enough?

Is it in the places you least expect?

The flyover states

Walled off neighborhoods

Libraries now thought obsolete

It is in the end of the journey

Just as much as it’s in the anticipated start

It’s in the healing of others

And listening to their songs

It puts wickedness in its rightful place

Tells grief to take a day off or more

The candle in the cursed darkness

Small but sufficient 

The lonely but strong lighthouse

In its powerful presence and purpose

The reminder of and the way home