Luminescence

I tap some keys and they take me into a tiny corner of her world.

The words there are few, but the joy abundant,

and because I know her so well

I can read between every little line.

Sometimes a hazy, overcast sky will settle over a soul for months,

years even.

It's not that the sun never peeks through, 

it does.

From time to time, it does.

And it's not that she forgets to laugh under the clouds,

I've even known her to laugh in the rain.

 Sometimes a soul comes against the hard and rough edges of a life

for a really long time, and

 the rubbing away on the outside 

brings out the beauty on the inside.

Like a pearl.

And then one day the sun starts shining hard and bright again,

like it did when she was a bit younger.

And her sun-starved soul-skin is soaking it in.

And, Oh!

How she must be laughing now!

And I smile as I read between her lines,

what goodness has come to one

who learned to be content

in the waiting,

in the not now,

in the not ever.

A good and perfect gift has come.

Though He's always been faithful, 

even in the night,

there's a rare and special beauty

to a pearl

reflecting sunshine.

~Maria