From T.S. Eliot’s play, Murder in the Cathedral:
“Destiny waits in the hand of God, shaping the still unshapen:
I have seen these things in a shaft of sunlight.”
In a shaft of sunlight I see the dust swirling, spinning,
spiraling, mostly unseen, unnoticed, unwanted.
The shaft of sunlight reflects the sparkle of water, glittering, glimmering,
gleaming atop the surface of our lives. Reveals the specks of a world that reels
from dust to dust.
Flashes slivers of dreams still unshapen. Proof of a potter’s hand working,
whirling the unseen together for our good.