in His light, we see light - a drabble by Patty

A bright morning dawns, the light streams forth. The music, the word, the joy of friends. The afternoon game, the toss, the catch, the fall, the crack the darkness. The light is red amidst searing pain. A strange room, while light, another crack, a cry, the darkness. More lights, red again. A different room, white lights, a needle, peaceful darkness. All is set, green. The new light, less pain, the hand holding mine. A path shadows falling, strange light much time. A hope, a healing, a thought. Is new light seen when all is bright or only perceived in darkness?