There is a light—
steady, unwavering, real.
Beyond real.
Greater than.
Does it matter what I call it?
Does if matter if I call it anything at all?
It is always there—
even when I can't see it.
Or maybe I should say:
even when my soul can't see it.
There is a light.
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Photography: The Shore I Walk by yours truly
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