How Shadows Fall

have

ever you thought

that the only way

by which we see

any thing at all

is just in how

shadows fall?

the mountain peaks

when dark is cast; a crowd

of weathered faces; the creaséd brow:

a cross-hatched map of low, lost places; valleys of earth

in glorious relief; Heaven's light by Eden's

grief. Un- tou - ched

by rad- iant caress,

as yet those darkest

spots a l o n e do let one see

the form of things at all - yes,

what's seen is all in how

shadows fall.

the secrets of the world, untold

are there beneath shade-

wing's fold, and one

who squints, long enough,

there, will find the

aching myst'ry's call, in the

waiting air, in how

shadows fall.