Silence
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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