Don’t be surprised if even on the darkest night
a new, holy light shines.
—Steve Garnaas-Holmes, from “Leveling”

Wholly light,
entirely, comprising all,
we find ourselves

humbled by the dark,
craving the sublime
glimmer that comes

with every shy dawn,
as we listen for each
breath of one

sliding away from
us, as the space
around us expands

like the universe,
cosmic acceleration
that we can’t see

but feel deep in our
cells—we tiny particles
of something

so much larger, so infinite,
the barest whisper
of the holy.

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(For this season of light in the dark that is Hanukkah and Christmas)