That’s How the Light Gets In

Yesterday the power company contractors came to our backyard, swarmed up our beautiful longsuffering Chinese elm and our heretofore unmolested crape myrtle and removed a goodly portion of them. My broken heart was little eased by thinking of the common good.



Still, this new day has dawned fresh and bright, and my dawn patrol yielded treasure in a small tree in the front yard.


A Leonard Cohen lyric comes to mind:

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in

Author: Phoebe Dishman

Phoebe H. Dishman was born and raised in Beaumont, Texas. She is a wife, mother, and grandmother. An essayist and poet, she teaches adult Sunday school, compiles a monthly prayer calendar, edits the Big Thicket Association quarterly bulletin, and keeps a keen eye and ear open for birds.

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