Fiery, cleansing, healing light,
Light that burns away all the dark
That ever has been, is, and could be.
Light that grabs darkness
By the scruff of the neck and
Incinerates it
As it lies there, screaming.
Light that obliterates the darkness by its very essence.
Light that burns away all the fears, the sorrows, the weeping,
And cleanses us into itself,
And heals all mankind from every shadow.
In the evening of my life -
(And every new morning is an evening,
For I know not how much longer
My path shall last
In this world below,
For I, formed of dust,
To earth's dust shall soon return,
And others will walk upon that dust that I once was,
With their own feet of clay.)
In the evening of my life, I was saying,
When shadows and darkness attempted to invade,
Light began to awaken me.
Every morning became a new awakening
Into the seriousness of existence.
Each new moment was one step closer to you.
The serious joy of walking closer to you,
Day by day, until this life gently gave way to the next -
That joy was the iridescent aurora
Against the backdrop of the stars of my night sky,
A night that was quietly giving way to dawn.
Light transcended my mortal frame,
And I who ran about in repeated, endless circles,
Was pushed, nay, thrown out of my comfort zone,
Rattled out of the rat race,
And invited to break free.
The window frame of my small, dark room
Exploded into smithereens at this blessed sunrise,
And thus could I breathe fresh air at last.
I then heard a voice -
A certain fellow sojourner seeking light,
Said unto me, with a voice from centuries ago,
Echoing down the halls of time:
"Let me receive pure light;
When I shall have arrived there,
Then shall I be a man."
I turn back to you again,
With greater resolution to complete this quest.
And have I said that you are beautiful as well?
For like the exquisite patterns in poetry,
The perfect beauty of your love for me,
Has overwhelmed me and set me free.
O light light light. And we all go into the light,
Whence we came from,
And to where we hope to return.
The rich, the poor, the angry, the forgiving,
We all go into the great light,
That sombre epilogue to the world's end,
Into that light where all is seen by all,
And where we are finally judged for our choices and actions,
By the true standard of morality that cannot fail.
Fiat lux. Would that God would speak light
Into the lurking shadows in my heart.
Would that I allowed Him to.
Comes the light, and with it perfect refulgence,
And majestic pulchritude.
Bright the days, bright the nights,
Bright the tears, bright the smiles,
Bright the light, the fire from heaven, that creates,
Does not destroy (for behold,
All ends of this kind are preface to immortal beginnings).
Bright the heal that crushes
And the sword that pierces the darkness,
Bright the destroying Death,
And the destruction of death,
Whereby all the wiles of the dark
Are sabotaged and rendered powerless.
And bright your resplendent eyes,
Brighter than a thousand suns,
Watching over us
Like a gentle dawn.
Slow but sure the dawn of the thousand suns,
Quietly waking us up from sleep into life,
Slaking the abysmal thirst in our hearts
With the elixir of immortality
Which is light.
The fire from heaven.
O light light light.
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