At the end of the day we are flesh and bones. The heaviest weights we carry are hung from our heartstrings. Hurt, hope, joy, and loss: they hold hands, they play the song of love.

We need the light, it guides and gives us eyes for healing. The brightest days may seem a distant memory, but goodness then, goodness now, goodness tomorrow.

That's gorgeous. Is the pattern anywhere online?

My parents have one of those desk lamps. It was the lamp I wrote my first short-story by.