A concentration of light

Here I am,
looking for signs of hope,
and this is what you give me:
a wet leaf,
bowed down under the weight
of someone else's tears;
grasping for help
in every direction,
surrounded by darkness.
Oh!  I see, now,
the beauty and grace,
the aliveness in this moment,
how much light
is concentrated here,
how each vein is highlighted
in the tension;
how deeply I am being fed
from the Source.