Fly me to and through and…
well and so.
Where’d we go?
Within, beyond, but never face to face?
But this shine, this shine, this shine…
even in brightest sky,
diminished only by the light
begging us not to see the obvious.
Let the night fall already!
And the brightest shadow-maker
make us what we are,
something more precious than the stars.
J. Ruth Kelly 
I have to preach this Sunday on light. May I read them your poem? They need to hear “And the brightest shadow-maker
make us what we are,
something more precious than the stars.”
Nancy
feel free to share it… wish i could hear your words on light! from what i read of your outpouring on worship, i’m sure it’d be an uplifting experience.
I love this poem from two viewpoints, JRuth. It says something about the magic of the light at night which is magical and beautiful when that moon is out in full force. I also read it as though the night were our darkest moments and how we hide, in daylight, our fears from others until we learn how to break through and shine once more. Love this!
thank you, i love that you see these layers, leslie! this poem is trying to say a few things at once and you just deepened it even more by your own perception… wonderful… 🙂