These days the Light does not fall thru’ open doors, but finds new ways in chinks and window pane, curtain sleeve and on plates and chair and floor, on leaves of page and street places I’ve been before, miles of acres of Light walking all over, unstopped, untouched by yesterday’s dying beams.
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P.S.
Any adverts you may see here are without my consent or premium. I chose FreeBlogging, hence!😏 inconvenience regretted.
Warm regards,
Innerdialects 
I love how your prose contrasts the Light and light — how the Light continues to find new ways into our lives even in days such as these. He is constantly inviting us to let Him into our lives and will use any circumstance — good or bad– to reach out to us.
I like how you gracefully handled the advertisement issue in your “P.S.” Perfect!
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Me thinks your comment reads better to me than my post, Thankyou so very much for being here and for the Reminder of His inviting Light. Abt the Ads…. its you I’m mighty grateful for. God bless you and your sister, & every thing you put your hands to.🌻🌼⚘⚘
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We are called to be light yet we are forced to huddle under figurative baskets. I can wait until the danger has passed and then – I’m going to let my light shine!
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Figurative baskets…. amennnn😇 shine soldier, you’re doing fine already, actually.
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I fell your pain about the advertisements – they are everywhere and I’m very reluctant to pay to blog…
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Ugh yes, I know. What do. Grateful though for blogs. 😇
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Couldn’t post a comment but thanks! for the lovely poem and lovely painting.Steve
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Thankyou so much Steve, for being here and your kind appreciation. Means a lot to me. God bless!
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