by M. Joseph Boehler

life flickers—a solitary ember daring the empty dark.

its trembling glow reaches outward, a modest flame that strives to illuminate.

beyond that stretched light lies the vast, unending night;

the night does not snuff the ember, it merely frames it, granting the glow its depth.

from this convergence a resolve is born,

a cherished light that honors the inevitable dusk, where purpose is woven between the luminous and the void.