Tomorrow, the Light
There is something sacred about the hush before a spiritual gathering.
That quiet space where the mind begins to shift, and the heart leans forward.
Somewhere tonight, a lamp glows low in a quiet room.
A notebook lies open—half poetry, half preparation.
There’s a whisper of linen being folded, a pair of shoes set near the door,
as if doing small things well might help make sense of everything else.
Many miles from here, someone
is thinking about what matters.
Not in the loud way,
but the sacred, cracked-open way that comes
before a spiritual meal.
There’s a kind of prayer in letting the house go still.
A kind of faith in resting while the stars watch over.
And there’s love—deep, full-bodied love—in showing up for the things that nourish the soul.
Sleep well, traveler.
You’ll need the quiet.
Tomorrow, the light comes.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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