Light

He says it is my light that makes him want to be here, to take away his darkness. Beautiful words, moving to hear.

But what is a word? I have heard so many words. Something spoken in the moment, fleeting as the fog evaporates. Not just something that no longer is. But something that never was. Only shapes in the fog, an illusion of light.

Thank you, Roger, for the gorgeous pictures.

Then Jesus said unto them, Yet a little while is the light with you. Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you: for he that walketh in darkness knoweth not whither he goeth.
John (ch. XII, v. 35)