Epiphany

there in the shadow
light intrudes
destructively searching every corner
flooding
overtaking and abolishing
so that every detail disappears

a million grays become flat white
bright but featureless
painful as turning your gaze to the sun
such is the force of God in human hands

but invited
sought
given passage and presence

there in the shadow
light washes
cleansing gently every crevice
filling
supporting and creating
so that every talent grows

a million grays explode to color
bright but welcoming
creating a beacon in the darkness of life
such is the grace of God