Tangled Vines

Through tangled vines the light shines forth 
It matters not from where I see
The light is dancing midst the leaves
Past twists and turns, it reaches me 

The vines and trees in Czechy land 
Filter light as do the trees
Outside my door, or down the street
Or wherever in the shade we meet 

In Germany we found the same 
In New York State as well as France
The patterned shadows on the ground 
Are made from bright light shining down 

No matter where we choose to stand 
The light proceeds and follows there
To bring us life and joy to hark 
Lifts us from the world’s dark 

And even in the dead of night 
One only needs to open eyes 
To see the light that yet does shine 
The promise of a new day bright 

And if that day turns into gray 
The light still shines beyond the cloud 
Rest in the promise of that light 
It shines each day and through the night 

Those tangled vines that twist and turn
Are only seeking light as well 
The tangled stuff that skews one’s path 
Bids us come to light to dwell 

Our shadowed paths like pierced tin 
Marred and fettered with our flaws 
Cannot hold back the shining light 
Luminary patterns burning bright