In quiet he sat, watched the rising light
falling through stained glass to illuminate
the church. Watched the dark driven out by light,
a sun created to eradicate
darkness wherever it falls. In the heart,
under cloud, in church–wherever shadows
linger, light shines and does battle apart
from life flowing on the earth. On it glows,
its mission never complete. So he sits
quiet, and contemplates night’s fade to dawn.
God’s free gift to us all, calling to spirits
young and old, a bright reminder that dawn
makes all things new as it showers blessings,
renews all in need, this light offering.