The bayou adjacent to my apartment complex becomes a virtual jungle during the warmer months. It is nearly summertime, and green vines proliferate, creating a green canopy of leaves, the trees and other plants underneath disappearing. Around the edges of this green horizon, there are hints of the urban landscape nearby. When winter approaches, the lush vegetation will turn brown and retreat, but today there is no sense of decay as it unfurls seemingly without end. Even the gentle resistance of a black metal fence is challenged.
Light is something we take for granted. Light surely must have a soul far more generous than ours, because despite our indifference to its daily miracles, it continues to manifest itself, illuminating even the most mundane objects. Blessed be the Light…and each thing, animate and inanimate, that it touches.