With light effusion, fused into souls, granted
entrance. A neat excellence. Most shall see it, in a mirror, buffing, and re-buffing
to see it again.
We come across legacies, portraits, esoteric cloth; in
steepness, climbing cold mountains, asking for keys, cameras forbidden, plain
light, suffused by darkness.
To have noticed You, selected by choice, so young,
flipping through pages, landing on messages, realized in an instance.
Most humbled at first … some know You … we go astray,
asked to return, told You’ll return to the returner.
She adored You. Was lost in You. Made waves over You.
In memory of You.
With notions in orison, with arts in energy, with
something behind it.
No wild assertions. Only repeating what has been said.
With a slant towards You. In celebration of saints, in Awe-worship of Spirit,
in seeing something unique in humans.
We keep it silent—how else are we to meet You? You
came to commune. You surrendered anger, furious violence, to nurture wayward
souls.
