They can be like the sun, words. . .

They can be like the sun, words.
They can do for the heart
what light can for a field.

~St. John of the Cross

I did not have to ask my heart

I did not have to ask my heart what it wanted
because of all the desires I have ever known,
just one did I cling to
for it was the essence of all desire:
to know beauty.

~St. John of the Cross, (1542 – 1591)

a heart made of light

I was looking out to the woods this morning, absorbing the leafy green gloriousness that is early June, when all of a sudden, I saw something I’ve never seen before and may never see again. As I looked on in half-disbelief, sunbeams spilled across the surface of our sturdy backyard oak to create a perfect heart, a heart made of light.

A heart made of light – an image so beautiful, so brief and unexpected, a moment so poetic and metaphorical, I can’t stop thinking about it. Maybe it was meant just for me, but I’m posting it here because it might have been meant just for you.

sunlight through petals

Nowhere in nature can you find purer color
than sunlight passing through
the petals of a flower.

~Larry K. Stephenson