Albedo

 

So glows The Light
Spoken 

Sometimes comes pouring out

Others, it is shrouded

Stamped or avoided

Our hearts can be keyholes

Light shines through

In a burst

Or a gentle stream

But it depends

On what's behind the door

Someday that is what we will be

The contents behind the door

Will take up a new home

And we will gleam

Or be dark as onyx

Having never gathered the light

While it is still day

John 8:12, 2 Corinthians 4:6, Psalm 18:28, Matthew 5:16