A Touch of Light by Maria Fokas
On dark days I attempt to capture the way in which the sun touches the leaves of its trees. I observe the sparks of light on the surface of the water caressing the coasts of homelands, and I know hope is not lost. It resides in the warmth of the light at the end of every tunnel we choose. We win a few, and lose a many – but what makes a difference is getting out of bed on mornings when the world seems cruel; when we see no purpose to anything. Those days are the ones to keep in mind, that in the end, it will all work out. So, God if you can hear me, thank you for staying close.
© Maria Fokas 2014