In the Quiet —- Monday, Mary 6, 2019

In the very quiet of the evening

Or in the breaking forth of the sun through the storm

The light seems to balance

In a rather bold but precarious way

Strengthening or waning always burning

Gifting us with more than a glimmer

Of just what I think, Heaven must look like

a wee hint of the splendor awaiting each of us beyond the veil.

From my world to your heart,