Pause.

 

The light by the barn that shines all night

pales at dawn when a little breeze comes.

A little breeze comes breathing the fields

from their sleep and waking the slow windmill.

The slow windmill sings the long day

about anguish and loss to the chickens at work.

The little breeze follows the slow windmill

and the chickens at work till the sun goes down–

Then the light by the barn again.

 

William Stafford. “The Light by the Barn.”

 

 

“You are the light of the world —like a city on a hilltop that cannot be hidden. ”

 

Matthew 5:14