I have been seeing light-catchers.
I would that I could radiate so, the glory outshining the effort required to come to that moment.
I have only a passing acquaintance with those lofty aspirations, feeling instead murky, guarded, and unsure most of the time.
With good reason, it turns out.
But that's a skeleton for another closet.
Michael conquers the dragon; the Child is safe.
The Light continues to shine -- within, and without.