Esther

Beam of light,

Familiar yet foreign,

Her presence felt,

In a twinkle of a 
Cataractic opaque blue,

She saw clear possibility through

The days, and knew that hope

Endures and gets stitched into

Life with love, to make an elegant

Shawl in which we wrap ourselves,

Hanging together,

Because it remains all that we have

And hold onto,

More precious than anything.

The moon and the stars know this.

As does the rising sun.

And the birds by the window.

Or the cat’s eyes captures it.

Or the loping, drooling dog.

How about a child’s smile?

How about sheer delight?

Pay attention, she reminded us,

Without any lecture,

The way the very best teacher

Goes about it by example.