
All God
My mind makes shadows in the light, then judges them as deficient, while light smiles on every shadow, claiming them as her own. Can I be the light that I truly am, and bring all my shadows home? Can I value truth more than comfort, love more than appearance, wisdom more than intellectual knowledge, gratitude more than gratification? Can I not run away from human irritation, but know it’s earth’s sand making the pearl? Can I value life in all her shapes and guises, to see the light shining out of every crack and line? Can I, in short, remember