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A Home of Light

Written about the Kimbell Art Museum

Almost at once and we are under the trees, 

Upon the building just as suddenly;

An approach to another canopy

Accepting us into curved harmony.

Waiting for an audience to take part

Like a familiar light through the leaves, 

It shines through the room into our hearts

Reflecting off art and findings its breeze

Pushing against and then pulling me toward

Art of great merit with waves like a tide

Acting as medals with which we award,

Stood still like the paintings, down we are tied.

Try to imagine this world without light;

No reason remains in darkness of night.