There was a tender light in the dark, and a hint of red. It was like a flame column standing in nothingness. Like the burning thorn bush in the Bible. It was an opportunity to listen. To oneself. To one's inner self. There you will always find a voice worth listening to. You just have to allow it. And listen in silence.
I found this morning light in a church in Munsterland. It was so beautiful, I couldn't help but stop and stare at it for a while. The warm glow seemed to beckon me closer as if there was something important I needed to hear. So I listened...
