we sit and wait
the Light shines

as we grow porous
it begins to flow through us

this Light—invisible
beyond our speech or thought—is
small as a single grain of finest salt
expansive as the breadth of cosmic space
sharp and specific with concerns
gentle with the healing hand of peace

streaming from the Source
and back and forth between us
the glow intensifies—
enwraps us all
the ones who drift as well as those who watch

without our understanding or design
a radiance grows

we cannot know
of all the places
 Light it generates
will shine

                                                Anne B. Udy

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