light is movement

I sat in the second to last row
simply because
I saw the strip of light
lining the chairs
sunlight through stained red glass

And I loved the way
when I opened my hymnal
that line covered certain words
across my hands
and through the pages
marked and noted for careful attention

And I could hardly think clearly
when the same happened
as I opened to Isaiah
and couldn't understand a word
except that all was illuminated