patterns on my floor

patterns on my floor
moving with the breeze
sun from the West
branches of leaves

Time Of Singing
Volume 38, Number 1
Spring 2011

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I enjoy watching the light change in the house through the day and year.   This weekend, I thought, “Sometimes the light is on the floor.”  I reflected upon the ways service has blessed me, and the ways light has fallen into my life – from the more visible roles to the years of caregiving and good work at my mother’s home.  All work, all blessed, and all poetry.  My definition of art is broad and I hope growing deeper.