Light

Where the light hangs out

  in the corners 

    playing on the wall

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Unexpected beauty

  a whisper to the soul

    of holy space

Because once you really look

  the light is not where we want it to be

    it hangs out on the fringe

On the ground, under the paper bags

  in the park, sleeping on the sidewalk

   light unexpected, holy

Not what we picture

  bouncing on the street

    still it is light if we choose to see

Because there's beauty in all

  God's children bouncing

    in the fringe we don't notice

So open your eyes

  see where the light plays

    you might find more than you know