The Star at the Top of the Tree

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O Morning Star,

You who fell from heaven

to take on flu and scars and walk

within weather and time and disappointment,

illuminate this frigid Dark that consumes my blighted soul,

that I might be released into my Destiny, to relay Your reflection as

moon to your sun, declaring brilliance in my lineage, decorating Your tree.

 

 

 

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What Heart Craves

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Morning mist dispelled

Soul illumined, purified

 Light is what heart craves

Illuminated

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Forgive me.

I so often forget

that Light is but a

prayer away;

I bump around

clumsy

feeling my way

in so dark a place,

and I forget

that this journey

is not mine

to run the gauntlet

solitary,

but

Illuminated…

Illumination

Dark weaves a nightmare at awkward angles

And dares the Light to break in.

Dark blinds a viewpoint with tunnel-vision

And obscures all the places you’ve been.

Light strikes a match at the crucial moment

And shines through prison walls;

Light  blasts a path to the road not taken

And smiles when Darkness falls…