Light
Light.
It is your mother.
So lovely sounding.
So lovely moving.
It brings out your happiness.
It brings you forward.
It will invite you into a living dream.
It will give you room to run.
It will love you forever.
You run right through.
You can leap away.
Don’t try to stay still.
Don’t try not to laugh.
You will fly high.
You will see clearly.
You wont ever need to scream.
You wont ever need to breath.
So horribly beautiful.
So violently sweet.
It is colorful.
It is everything.
All darkness disappears.
All love comes out.
You will live peacefully.
You will die peacefully.
Your soul will go to heaven.
Your body will be worshiped.
Light.
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2012
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