Those who look to you are radiant

Sometimes I make the mistake of being
too corporeal-minded forgetting

we’re predominantly made of light
missing how like the moon’s reflection in a pool

we’ve been made with you to shine
Even in the womb we are luminously woven

& strands of what seem like moonbeams twine
& retwine within lambent bodies all our lives

absorbed like bread & wine into the bloodstream
Do I really know how we taint the light we’re given

& the darkling I’m capable of? I fight
for every touch of your absent hand to be mine

Every drop of your presence draws my thirst
to be built into a temple of light

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