Coming down from the holy mountain
we know we have not escaped the world’s darkness,
we’ve found how light is hidden here.
It was no different from the rest of our lives;
we just took the time to remove our sunglasses
and see for a change.
Even ordinary light is miraculous and holy.
Christ lives and shines with infinite love and divine glory
in our passing days of laundry
and crabby co-workers and scrubbing the kitchen table.
Give thanks for momentary glimpses
of the fullness of God’s glory,
but don’t stare at the sun.
Know it’s here,
and look for the light where you are.
A little girl waits for the bus,
singing a nonsense song to herself,
and stops, silent, staring at trees.
I swear, she casts shadows.