You see the light.
You will sometimes see it bare, radiant.
You will sometimes see it veiled, covered, hesitant.
You will see it as a promise.
You will see it, and there will be moments when you are the only one who notices it. You see the light.
There will be days when you are grateful to witness it,
and days when you won’t see it at all,
even when it stands right at your door. You see the light: you will see it only if your heart allows it,
only if your own inner light rises to meet it. You see, light reveals the stains, the contours, the imperfections.