From within or from behind, a light shines through us upon things, and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Last night, after praying Compline in the darkness, the final verse of the last Psalm began to move around inside me, like the Spanish canto hondo -- deep song.I found myself cooperating with this music, leaning into it, knowing that when its last note vanished into the silence, another leaf would be living in the tree I call "myself".