But what kind of Light?
Light that squeezes tightly through an old fashion key hole
Light that drips up over the edge of a mountain and fills a valley
Light that breaks through the heavily wooded Douglas fir trees down to the moist soil
Sticks crack and break under my feet
Light paints the sky and slowly fills the Grand Canyon glowing in pinks, oranges, and yellows
Light sparkles from a diamond when the sun hits it just right
Light I invite into my home as I pull the blinds every morning filling the house room by room
Light means something different to everyone. It can be used in many sentences in many different ways. But for today. Light is how my soul feels.