Light on the mountain

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As I walked,

I asked there to be light,

so the shadows

would not consume me.

On this shortest day,

a low hanging sun

could not peak above the trees.

But, somehow

a light was shone,

illuminating the white bark of a gum.

To encounter this light,

was to find an opening,

and to feel heard.

Later, in a dance with the tors,

she returned.

Although the shadows grew long,

as the sun

dropped

behind the arms of the mountain,

there was

a final gift

of light.

“Remember this”

resonated

within me.

Opening into,

and out of,

shadowy places,

a light within.

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