Sunlight and Shadows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soft light flickers on moss and fern,

Shifting the verdure’s hue.
Nothing else changes in the wood;
Just the light’s point of view.

Constant is the sunlight’s visage,

Though shadows shift and flow.
The ferns reach up to grasp its light
And, as they strive, they grow.

So, like the fern’s beneath the trees,

We’re rooted to the earth;
Yet, in our striving to reach God,
Our shadowed souls find worth.

James 1:17

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.