how often do
i shelter behind
walls of my own making,
acknowledging only
a portion,
receiving
a partial blessing?
how often do
i hide in dark corners,
recoiling from
lights fullness,
preferring
a shadowed
existence?
and yet I am
called and drawn,
wooed and wowed
by her wonders,
to turn from the shadows,
throw open the windows, and
tear down the walls....
+
to find myself
immersed in light....
