From My Open Apartment Window

The nightly dance of city lights invites me in.
“Here I am,” they cry. “And me, see me!”
Radiant seducers, confident lovers,
they reach out to the shadows,
reach out to me.

A dance of light from houses, streets and cars
in which hope is triumphant,
faith celebrated
and love sees the truth:

Each light is a soul.
Some will touch my life, grace it with joy.
Others I will touch, unknowing, in blessing.

We never know when, where or who,
but our lights illuminate–create–community.

[Not quite a poem yet, but I’m working on it!]

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