The glowing

That time of evening when light catches on surfaces - walls, windows, rocks,

the earth itself -

that flaming time of transformation!

A life is like that, too,

mostly serving a simple function,

touched with anonymous moments

(the quiet passages of night and morning,

the doing of tasks, the keeping of promises,

the acts of faith).

But there is one flare of light

for an instant on each

when he glows in his person

like a high cloud in darkened air

and wears the color of grandeur -

a color that changes him

forever in memory.

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