Light

The light shines in patterns lovely.
Creating shadow and expectant beauty.
Showing in the holy space, an invitation.
Waiting for notice and depth, I wonder.
Was it this way for the shepherds?
Watching sheep, the night split with light.
Notice where the sacred ground begins.
Did some just turn away, or sleep?
Did they find the invitation and allow it in?
The ones who came answered the holy call.
Come find what has been born in you.