THE ESSENCE OF LIGHT

The essence of Light did not arrive alone.

It came forth from love,

and needed darkness

so it could be seen.

Light has never been singular.

It has always spoken in many tongues.

It lifts itself just above the shoreline at dusk,

where water learns how to let go of the sun.

It slips through a curtain

before the body remembers the day.

It warms the soul beneath a summer sky,

yet still finds its way

through a broken window.

It stands watch in the distance,

a lighthouse holding its breath

until ships remember where they are.

It stays close to the fire,

burning low,

keeping hands alive through the night.

Light does not insist on one meaning.

It offers itself endlessly.

And I believe

that the first light ever spoken

was not created apart from God,

but mirrored from Him—

a reflection of what love looks like

when it wants to be known.