Moments before nightfall the last rays of sunshine came through the kitchen window splashing across the red tiled kitchen floor, a misplaced chair stood as if in the spotlight soaking it up. Soaking up the gentle light.
I imagined myself in its spot.
Spotlight for the last rays of the day.
I recalled an early email from a friend, tears wet the red tiled floor.
Glistening, slow danced with the sunlight.
Holy moments right there in the kitchen.
Some of the words my friend wrote played over and over,
"...amazing capacity to flood dark places with life giving light..."
Dark places
holding capacity
to be flooded with light.
Life giving light.
How did she know, how did the sunlight know, how did the the moment come together?
The last rays of light flooded the kitchen, the unexpected chair, and the received letter?
Clap, Bang, Whistle, Pop holiness wrapped up with a dose of daily life.
Synchronicity.
Halo.
"
"...amazing capacity to flood dark places with life giving light..."
Flood dark places like a rushing river...
Clear full quenching parched land.
Kitchen floors.
Unexpected chair.
Letter in hand.
The last rays came in across the floor,
a ray poured through the crack,
a seed sprouted,
a tree rooted pushing through the roof,
reaching towards the moon, sun, stars, tomorrow, eternity.
The capacity to love is endless.
