Forgot to make the poem an attachment. So here it is. In Your Bright and Shining Way Jill

[jill stockinger]

 

 

In Your Bright and Shining Way                

 

you rise every day.

In your bright and shining way

you fill us

so we are suns by day

but in the night

we are moons

glowing in worlds

woven by dreams

and sometimes

we are rain.

 

§  Jill Stockinger