I love
when I
sit alone
in a room
and the light
explodes
as it often does
when the sun
stops its hiding behind
the cloud.
Perhaps
it’s not
the dark
that grows quieter
but some lightness
in me
growing louder?
Partly Cloudy
I love
when I
sit alone
in a room
and the light
explodes
as it often does
when the sun
stops its hiding behind
the cloud.
Perhaps
it’s not
the dark
that grows quieter
but some lightness
in me
growing louder?
Becca Kello is an Episcopal priest serving the Diocese of Lexington as Canon Missioner, and is passionate about discipleship, community, and justice. View all posts by Becca Kello
Becca Kello