Light July 3, 2016 Jessica Bernardy I want to write of the lightbut I do not knowwhether words can illuminatethe way it hangsupon branches and bird wingsand broken thingsreturning beings to beauty.Can words spin substancefrom sunshine and decay?Can words cajolecelebration from night-wearybirds?Can words warm surfacesof stones and sorrows?Can words reveal richnessin mundaneand batteredthings?I do not know.But if we would writea tomorrowwhich is wider than woundswe have worn,we might wield wordslike benedictionsand rememberblessingswithin brokenness,beginningswithin endings,and beautywithin all things. — Bernadette Miller