Epiphany
Gifts will come from unexpected places.
It’s not always whole choirs of angels
singing in exultation
Sometimes it’s just a glimmer of light through the trees.
Not the full crescendo of revelation,
but the promise of a single star,
burning and fading
because all stars are really,
in some galaxy or other
It’s all sparks and smoke -
this universe -
birthing and dying, everywhere
and at once
But this particular star here
is on fire,
ablaze with attention.
Maybe even hope.
Follow that star. See where it leads.
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