In outer space the sun's light is invisible,
meaningless—until it finds a place to land.
Here, first thing, the sunlight
touches the tops of trees,
then lights up the faces of the houses,
wraps its arms around the town.
It reaches between things with delight,
warms the ground,
makes little pools of color in the woods,
dresses things, changes the air.
After 93 million miles the sunlight finds things,
even an old stone wall, to make it beautiful.
No matter your state,
you are here for a place
for God's grace to land
and not fall on empty ground.
Grieving or joyous, sick or well,
struggling or at ease,
you are where God's grace needs to come
to be beautiful.
Let it fall into you, and give thanks.