And Jesus said that he
was the light of the world, but we
are too, even without such
steadfast divinity and bland holiness.
He may be the clear white light,
but we are the color, imperfections
making us shine green and blue,
and every color, on and off the rainbow.
We recognize these colors, we look
up at night, and try to attune
ourselves to the most beautiful colors
that we can see.
From here, we look through filters;
smog and refracted light deceive
our eyes — and we are flawed!
We attribute ugliness and insignificance
to the most beautiful lights
in the whole of the universe.
that in nine hundred years
of time and space,
I’ve never met
The universe remembers
and wants us to do the same.
Do not trust your eyes,
so often deceived;
we speak heart to heart,
light to light,
cannot be denied.
A couple of notes.