© Shers Gallagher 2016
No lingering in the caves of martyrs
nor hunkering down in alcoves of fear.
The children of light embrace the noonday sun
while tasting the brine of laughter on salt water tongues
and kicking with glee the waves that are lapping
like puppy dog kisses at their feet.
They are the righteous shining of the dawn,
and their joy rises from the ashes
of our present despair.
Light a single candle against the darkness
and you will see their dancing shadows