Beautiful poetry must be shared…
You of magnificent beauty.
You soar, you leap, you create.
You allow molten tears to scald my heart,
to carve deep channels of pain and loss.
Yet those random channels follow a course as old as time…
No — older — pulled in a direction already known.
And so the tears flow, scarring my heart.
They sear into my soul,
then collect into a reservoir
carpeted in the velvet of midnight.
No movement. Into the abyss of despair.
Then a glimmer…faint.
No — silence; all is still.
Then, a swirl — a spiral —
of blues and turquoise, of teal and purple —
spearing the darkness with light.
Dancing, sparkling, shooting upward.
You glimmer and spark and shimmer
as you bounce across the heavens.
Moving toward the darkest of broken places,
leaving brilliant cascades of shimmering light
in Your wake.
Until each of those bursts of shimmering light
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