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Just as the sun enters the room

and changes the feel, the warmth,

and the power to perceive,

 

the right word, too,

can be a beam, can shine

into an evening, bring

 

glimmer, tidings of light,

make even the darkest corners

shine. Yes even one word

 

can become a prayer,

a gate we pass through

to find ourselves luminous.

 

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carrying a candle outside

into the twilight, the whole world

revolves around the tiny flame

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One Eventually

 

 

 

arriving in the dark

at my own doorstep

learning at last

to leave the light on

for myself

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One True Friend

 

for Michelle

 

 

dipping her spoon

into all the light of the day—

offering me the first bite

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One of the rooms

in the longest night

has an empty chair

and an open book—

and in the book

is an empty page

full of light—

if you read it

long enough

you might forget

what an hour is,

or night,

forget all stories

besides this one,

older than scripture,

where everything

is possible.

 

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One Example

 

 

 

the candle runs out—

knowing this, the wick

burns no less bright

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astonished how much light

can fill a note so dark—

singing it again, again

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Go Ahead and Test It

 

 

 

next time it is overcast, gray

a little soggy and damp,

go for a walk, notice

how little light it takes

for the world to shine

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Making Light

 

 

Fumbling in the dark

with the matchbook

grateful my hands

are experienced

with making flame—

 

part of me fears

using them up

part of me knows

it’s what matches

are for.

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I like the way he leans over the paper,

the way he pulls the black ink

 

across the page, the matter-of-fact way

he says, “Like this, Mom,

 

only you don’t have to be afraid

to make mistakes. They usually turn out.”

 

I want to tell him

his life is like these trees—

 

that no matter how much

he thinks he’s messed up,

 

there is no blotch or line

that cannot be transformed

 

into an opportunity.

Instead, I say, “Show me

 

what to do next,”

and he shows me how

 

to shade the sides

with small quick strokes,

 

the dark lines holding

so much light.

 

 

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