Sharper than a knife

Scissors gliding through paper
That effortless feeling we know
The hands of a wood carver scraping 
The precision it will show

Try using a box cutter
Ripping the tape apart
Try that butter knife again
Leaving ridged grooves of art

We could keep going with many things
Cutting objects big and small
But I tell you something now
There is one sharpest of them all

It is tiny in size
Unseen by the naked eye
Many say it’s too blunt
But it is something you cannot buy

It’s that little light of hope
When you have given up on it all
Coming as this soft voice in the chaos
Trying to lift you when you fall

Feeling weighted down by boulders
Pinned in the darkness of this life
Go and take hold of it
And I assure you, it will cut sharper than a knife