@LightSolar is not just a social entrepreneur. I’m also blessed that she is a friend and a poet. Here’s dual pieces she shared after returning from Nigeria last month.
Waiting for a Miracle
Nothing was right.
Not by design at least.
It never had been (right).
So when it did (become right)
It seemed like a miracle -
Like a pigeon appearing
from a magician’s hat
So they did the best they could -
They waited for a miracle
A Private Miracle
Everything was right.
By design, of this they were sure.
It always had been (right).
It seemed like the fruit of an
eternally compounded good karma,
While others struggled with empty
hands and wistful eyes looking at sky.
So they did the least could -
They lived a life praying endlessly
for a continued private miracle.
