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 that we’re all God’s light;
and we are all here, in human form,
to help each other realize that.