Where Light Falls

Light seeps through in unexpected places,
not as a single forceful source,
but as a gentle persistence.

It gathers in quiet streaks and softened edges,
slipping between what is held
and what begins to loosen.

Perhaps this is the human experience:
not the absence of weight,
but the presence of Light within it.

Even in density,
in layers we cannot yet name,
grace continues
steady, unannounced
to glow,
to press forward,
to reveal.