Shafts of light:
pain banished,
rifts mended,
loss restored,
paths defined.
How soothing to bask in these,
content,
supposing an end
attained.
But, Father, let me not stop here
but move onward,
rejoicing
not so much in these flickering beacons
as in what they portend:
Your "Let there be light"
revealed
in my own constant, radiant being.
Then only will I see
shafts
blend into one endless spectrum
of light.
