The light of evening
takes me back
The light of evening
on the neighborhood houses
takes me back
The light of evening
on the neighborhood houses
takes me back
to the light of evening
on the buildings of the city
The light of evening
on the buildings of the city
glowed then
and gave me hope
when despair came calling
The light of evening
on the neighborhood houses
takes me back
The light of evening
takes me back
to hope
It has been two decades since I lived on the tenth floor of an apartment building in Lima, Peru. My husband was fighting cancer. Often, in the evening, I would stand at the window, as the glow of the sun lit the buildings of the city. It was the time I wrestled with fear…and despair…and chose hope. Through all the years between then and now, since the death of my husband, through other losses, that light, that time as the day comes to an end, is still for me a time to ponder, to search again for hope. Sometimes I feel tears gathering, my throat tightening…but I still find hope.
In this time of death and loss in the pandemic, this time of injustice and crying out for justice…fear, grief, despair- all are real. Still, hope remains. Tonight, the evening light glowed.
