A sudden light transfigures a trivial thing,
a weather-vane, a wind-mill, a winnowing flail,
the dust in the barn door; a moment,
– -and the thing has vanished, because it was pure effect;
but it leaves a relish behind it,
a longing that the accident may happen again.
~Walter Pater from “The Renaissance”
The accident of light does happen, again and again, but only when I least expect it. I need to be ready; in a blink, it can be gone. Yet in that moment, everything is changed and transformed forever.
The thing itself, trivial and transient, becomes something other, merely because of how it is illuminated.
As am I, trivial and transient: lit from outside myself, transfigured by a love and sacrifice that I can never expect or deserve. I need to be ready for it.