It shines. <br />It shines from the new-born baby; <br />shines in the magic of birth. <br />It shines in first love; <br />in lasting love. <br />It shines in laughter, <br />in tears of sadness, <br />in tears of joy. <br />It shines in wisdom, <br />shines in goodness, <br />shines as beauty. <br />It shines in the held breath <br />of the peace of dawn about to break; <br />it shines in the stillness <br />of the hour of sunset. <br />It shines as life. <br /> <br /> <br />There is no limit to its shining <br />except the denying of it <br />and even then, <br />it shines <br /> <br />Since you know it so well, <br />does it need a name? <br />A name perhaps, to praise? <br /> <br />Nameless, known to all, <br />beyond all praise, <br />it shines.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shining-for-tara/
