Small Details

There are few things as mystical
as the slant of morning sunlight,
the way it changes the nature of things,
with its illumination and shadow,
how it casts and recasts the world
in the image of God resplendent.

There is a space inside me that welcomes the light —
recognizes and invites it —
Come, wanderer,
how precious that you have arrived here,

this very place at this very moment.
Come, alight on this fragment.
Stay as long s you like: an hour, a moment.

Says the light, nothing,
for its being is full already,
and it has no room for sound.


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