The Tiny Light

The Tiny Light

When all is quiet and  all is still
when you don’t talk and you don’t work
a tiny light comes dropping soft,
the tiny drop comes lodging 
lodging within the softest loft of your body
slowly growing, growing out and growing in
a rose, a tree, a bird, a diamond, a droplet of pure gold,
a gentle hand, a salty treat, a sweet so sweet it melts away the clouds.

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