When you go home you ought to go like a ray of light—so that it will, even in the night, burst out of the doors and windows and illuminate the darkness.

You are the light in my darkness,
Restful peace for my soul.
You are the one who rescues me,
Never let me go.

Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.

The door closed and darkness claimed the room.

For every item that carries the darkness of humanity there's one that holds the light. And that light is worth believing in. Not just in others, but in yourself as well.

When you go home, fill the house with joy so that the light of it will stream out the windows and doors and illuminate even the darkness. It is just as easy that way as any in the world.