Light lies slant
Having crept between the curtains
To make much of dark wood and butternuts
To make one small photograph glow–
We two stood against a low wall in Cambridge
Not seeing the beloved of our son
Fix our attitude with her camera.
We each lean into the other
Breathing in the peaceful current
That lives in and around us.
That current of perpetual gratitude,
Of grace, grows deeper and stronger
With every breath of humility and thanks.
How can I teach my son, a separate universe,
To see this simplest of paths to peace
To life enlarged by perpetual love
Where light turns everything to gold?