Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing
Iridescent is the name of the Lord
Sun shines down upon us and we shine like the altar for God. Light through church windows would speak less of the light of God than pure sunshine and the sky. Clouds race off once again as though being chased by some god and birds swoop through the trees or land in your garden. Rolling around in the puddles made by rain the birds twitter gaily in the sunshine having a birdbath. The sun shines down upon us as though some outer galactic, "message" of "shine", were being transpired. You feel like you must shine from the inner core of your being like a planet or a star. The friction of the blood rushing through our veins would cause some light so we may glow in the night. The accumulated light of sunshine seems to make us glow during the day or was the illumination, the light of the blue sky. God is our sunshine and we take him to church for luminosity. Do we need to dull our glare? The spirit has a light and the soul a glow. We shine like the plumage of birds.
Iridescent is the name of the Lord.
