I love the light which forms on all formations sweetly singing,
Every wing that lays the earth in bright abundance under air
And takes the startled yesterday to healing, bright as birds
And brighter.
This shine hurts my eyes, but in a way that makes me see.
I have no wishes to unfinish that little wave of yesterday.
Look where it has taken me:
The benign and beauty-presence of the Living Light
Which shines beyond all eyes
And fills my cup of waiting with the longest juice,
The liquid gush of bird- and wind-filled Everlasting.
My sky is broken, and the ocean is
Alive.
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