Shed the Shadow

Oh how he watches me in the shadow of his tree, strong, bold and blocking out the glare of the sun. He claims I shine like the stars, the moon, brighter than them all, A blazing comet, a speeding fireball. He stands close and my sparks ignite a fire, They shower down upon his figure, warm and yet his skin does not singe, Nor does he burn or go blind when staring at my radiance. When first he lay eyes upon my naked form, Heart mangled and organs thrust out into the world, My skin quivered as fear closed a dark cloud around me. He pushed through it with a soft light, Barely gleaming so as to not hurt my eyes. Gentle touch to my cheek with not pity but understanding, Like a Shepard to a lost lamb he tended to my wounds. He spoke with intelligence and honesty, and watched as slowly I stood and then grew. Shedding the shadow in which I had once lived He tended my soul until I bloomed Galaxies away I felt the touch of his love, He threw his faith and his hope at me, Feeding from the power he saw. A hummingbird to nectar, And I was his flower, growing high in the sun. He whispered great stories to me saying, oh, powerful one, Live in beauty and laugh often, Ride through the winds like a spoken memory, Pictures engraved in the heart of a tree, Be the beauty, the power you wish to be.