It is so excruciating
this peeling away
of all we hold onto,
all we hide behind,
until the naked,
and your light
and life in us
“You are the light of the world.
A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.
Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl.
Instead they put it on its stand,
and it gives light to everyone in the house.
From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan