I saw it when I was six, when my family read Moroni 9:8 causing me to ponder the idea of hate.
I saw it leave when I was 12 because for a time I simply didn't care.
I saw it when I saw her, the woman I wanted but knew I didn't deserve. Leaving me to evaluate myself and it caused me to be lifted out of my self made hell.
I saw it when I stood on top of Provo with the MTC under my feet, knowing it's exactly where I needed to be.
I saw it when we found that family who got baptized and will eventually be sealed for time and all eternity.
I saw it when I looked up at Sandia Peak and figured out that it was always all around me.
I saw it when I heard my sister sing, There is no death above.
I saw it when my time was up.
I saw it come when I thought I'd had enough.
I saw it beside me in my times of despair, leaving me to never doubt if it was there.
I saw the light, I saw the Christ.