Lakshmi
I see Her in the busy street
a glimpse, just the hem of Her light.
Once near death
I watched Her arriving our of a darkness.
In the park She bathes me with Her sunshine.
Lakshmi is not Her one name,
she has endless titles.
She named my tears, each one She named,
they glitter now, I see them at night
recreating Her beautiful face.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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