Curious Christian

Fixing My Eyes

Sometimes the world
feels too heavy,
a storm of cruelty
and endless folly.

I feel my heart
shrinking,
my spirit dimming
under the weight.

And then I remember:
to lift my eyes
to Jesus,
the light in the darkness.

Not a light that erases night,
but one that shines through it,
softly, steadily,
showing the way,
illuminating small acts
that matter.

In his light,
the despair does not vanish,
but I do not vanish either.
I can bear witness,
I can offer warmth,
I can move
where the darkness cannot.