Our business is Perceiving Light
Many often wonder why
It’s not the simplest story
But I’ll give it a good try
A Poem Inspired by “Perceiving Light”

Our business is Perceiving Light
Many often wonder why
It’s not the simplest story
But I’ll give it a good try
He’s awake before dawn
And out on the lawn
The grass a most brilliant green
A light misty sprinkle
Sets dew drops a twinkle
And makes for a perfect art scene
When we get to the root of a matter
We want to go straight to the heart
Knowing this, that may be easy
But where on earth do we start?
How long does it take to find solitude?
We rarely indulge it at best
Our lives are so busy and full of noise
When is it that we truly rest?
Most things shut down in the winter
It’s the darkest time of the year
But that doesn’t mean
We still cannot glean
Some happiness and some good cheer
Cooler nights, cozier beds
Autumn is the comfiest season
The days get shorter
In this last quarter
But that’s not the only reason
The sky is brighter
The grass is greener
The air feels cleaner
Fresh after rain
The path is quiet and peaceful
The sun barely risen yet
The mist lingers round the bend
The dew on the grass still wet
This life is a journey
A roadway through time
Smooth, straight, or curvy
Perhaps a steep incline
The stage is set
The curtain is raised
The audience grows silent
Ready to be amazed