Put head in hands, look down.
Remember that time when the universe gave you a sign when you asked for it.
You sat on the beach and looked at where the blue sky met the blue ocean and waited.
There were no ships on the horizon or faces in the clouds.
And the wind blew no wise voice to your ears.
You put your head in your hands and looked down and lost hope.
A light shone in the sand at your feet, many of them.
There was fire in the rocks you sat on and electricity in the ocean.
Sparks flowed in the air and ignited.
And you thought, in a voice of your own:
There is light in everything.
No matter what anyone else says.
Because I can see it.