Late Light Poem by Lois Read

Late light in the afternoon
a divine drama, enacted almost daily
makes manifest such church terms
as 'Epiphany' and 'Light of the World.'

Late light is not
the flat surprised white
of noontime
nor the golden haze
viewed by some British
through their 'Claud glass'
but transfiguration,
exaltation of the ordinary.

The hillside, suddenly starring
center stage in a divine drama
rises to the occasion
performs gloriously, as though
accustomed to applause.

Come out now and stand and
bathe yourself
in that clear brilliance which
radiantly reveals each tiny twig
obliterates the day's dark places.

Fame is fleeting.
After twilight
night falls fast.
Now. Your chance is now
to join me and applaud
before the curtain drops.