The light does not insist

Even on the darkest winter days
light reaches in,
gently entering my dimmest rooms:
neither hesitant nor brash,
simply offering itself
with no mind to all that is opaque,
all that distorts,
transfiguring the room.
and the air in the room.

I reach in toward that gentle light,
not anxious or forceful, that calmly glows
and changes everything.

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