WAS IT LIGHT?
Was it light?
Was it light within?
Was it light within light?
Stillness becoming alive,
Yet still?
A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.
Wait.
Was it light within?
Was it light within light?
Stillness becoming alive,
Yet still?
A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.
Wait.
—Theodore Roethke
I’ll propose that the lively understandable spirit which will come again, if we can just be still and wait, is the radiance of the stained glass, the Tiffany window or something in a distant hushed cathedral, with the sun behind it. I always feel bereft when stained glass is drained of its light and color.
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