Lights out,
dark house.
Night sky.
Stars murmuring
their secrets.
Little candle,
light reaching
into blackness,
sparkling black.
Angels maybe
warming up,
maybe not.
Mystery descends,
personal darkness.
The more
than visible
moves closer.
Silence is
an open
door. Wait.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
December 17, 2019