Light of the Heavens
Somewhere amid the middle of gratitude and longing, I try every day to reach for the Light of the Heavens. On the eve of the Summer Solstice, I flit and flutter as I try to find sleep on the mattress of a pullout sofa where summer's heat creeps thickly through the screened windows of the porch. I could have chosen an upstairs room with a window air-conditioning unit, a slightly cooler option. But this is where I want to feel and greet the fullness of the dawn of summer. Short