Glimpses - Poem by R W Miller

When surveying the race in the dark of its night, Parts of each character glimmer with light, When no weights in the balance, there's no measure to fill, And help comes that's boundless, no word for until. When someone finds hope in a sea of despair and chooses to trust when no other will dare. When called to the vision, that we can just grasp With meaning for all of us down to the last. That each fully sovereign, Yet groups act as one! And each has a value second to none. In moments of wonder, when odd things are said, I get glimpses of that man, I long thought was dead.