Dew is perennial; unlike rain, which comes and goes, dew is a daily occurrence. It’s like grace, arising regardless of our merit.
I was searching for a counterweight to the world’s towering edifices of greed, hatred and delusion… A place of light in the world’s swamping darkness. A tiny light barely visible through the trees. A light that was carefully nurtured, lovingly protected, and would not go out. Light, like a witness, like an example of what the world could be.