Too bright a light
washes the image
from our sight,
and blurs the edges
as if night
hid the view
in plain sight.
Spotlights have their use.
Their brilliance overrides
the fear of missing
what disaster often hides:
Scenes of tortures
deep and wide
meant to remain hidden.
“Smaller is better”
says the mother of a short child,
in a tiny house, with a small income.
“Too big is too wild”
she states without guile;
“It is the tiny smile
which touches hearts”.
The twinkling stars
in the darkest sky
remind us how far
our souls have journeyed.
And the star atop the tree
joins those strings of lights
to brighten our way.
annarino writes 
Beautiful I think I will always think of the star atop the tree 🌲 differently now and with such joy Now!
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