Bill Grace - Night Lights

Like acolytes of old
I tend the night lights our our home
Sometimes before the bed time hour of child
With subtle textures of light tailored to fit our space
Each nook and cranny of the place -
And off! , with irrelevance of bright morning light.
Almost no light in any Chapel or Cathedral space has caught me more
Than tending these lights of the new cathedrals of our hearts.

Bill Grace

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