In just the right light, shadows can be beautiful. I particularly love how they fall when light peeks through a flower bed. The shapes in monotone multiplied makes the pavement look like etched glass.
Shadows tell us something is there. The sun casts its rays, and everything basks in its glow. Duplicated outlines, embossed images dance wherever we go.
Such is true spiritually. We see shadows, or evidence of things there.
It reminds me of this passage:
“For now [in this time of imperfection] we see in a mirror dimly [a blurred reflection, a riddle, an enigma], but then [when the time of perfection comes we will see reality] face to face. Now I know in part [just in fragments], but then I will know fully, just as I have been fully known [by God].”
1 CORINTHIANS 13:12 (Amplified)
Shadows can only be visible when there is light — whether soft as moon-glow, or vivid as Arizona summers.