Your glow is what transfigures you. Not the dull earth below, which is your substance, your normality, your humility, but the light that finds you. For it is not for you to shine, small lifeless orb, dull creature, but yours to be shone upon. And the light that finds you, loves you, and stays with you, riding above your self like lustre in orbit, a soft swirling snowstorm of grace, holding you beyond touch.
Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018