There are moments.
Moments for those of us who care to look.
moments where
a piece of light hits a tree in a way
that
makes
you
realize
everything is going to be ok.

that
everything is in its right place.

There are times in life
when a torn leaf
scraping against the moon spit concrete
powered by nothing but the invisible breeze
can
give
you
hope
that
tomorrow will be blazingly bright.

Hope that someone else will see and hear these tiny things
and know in their bones what they are:
they are god.

plain
and
simple.