Imminent Light
Why must we wait until we are dying, destitute or diseased
to see the light?
A glimpse of heaven peered out at me from my babies’ eyes as each was placed upon my heaving breasts.
Cherubim, that is who and what we yield. Giving rise to angelic arrivals overflowing with the goodness, love, and light we spend a lifetime to remember.
I nearly dropped my candied yam boy when he gazed knowingly into my weary soul. He made it clear, he knew me.
My honeycomb girl, she sang and smiled at dust dancing along golden sunbeams for nearly a year before letting us in.
‘Children on the spectrum? A relation wondered. Yes, the spectrum of light. When my luminosity was at odds, I turned to them.
Still warmed by their inner sun, my progeny evoked divine secrets and incantations from sacred indigo places only they could recall.
And daily they heal me with candyfloss cuddles laced with bubbled laughter
pure joy springing up from the brightest places of all.
Before the dawn of our darkness, we must learn to set aside surrogate, human-crafted, counterfeit luminary devices, and return to divine source.
We must close our eyes long enough to remember that here and now, then and only then may we again see the light.
With love and gratitude,
MRx
Reflective Poetry