Maybe the light is always just right.
Maybe we are standing a quarter inch off of where we need to be to see.
Maybe the slant is always pouring in with just the perfect amount of glint and shadow
To show us where to cast our eyes.
Perhaps we moved at the speed of un-noticing all those years ago. And left the beauty in
Perhaps the Light is always just right.
And sacred ordinary was always waiting to have its time of quiet hallelujah, with you
And you alone.
Maybe the Light is always just right.
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