Radiance

  There are no bands in their death

  Do I have to go back? That isn’t home anymore. I’m not that person

  anymore. What if I forget?

  What if it fades? What if no one believes, not even me? The fears gallop

  like circus animals

  on a merry-go-round that spins forever.

  But God burns brighter than that. Look forward, pose

  in the glassy mirror of eternity and let the blaze burn you,

  mark you with radiance.

  The face beaming back is larger than doubt, higher than pride,

  the self I always was

  and finally found a way back to. Shares in that radiance which I

  thought

  could only belong to God. Has lived a million lifetimes and is

  still only a child.

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  Has connected to the light and shone it over others—the

  loving actions I sowed in dirt and tears

  grow like God’s knights and shatter the kingdom of darkness with

  pure radiance.

  Has always been divine, pushing goodness into a world

  that vibrates into eternity,

  echoes like ripples in a pond—it dances because of me,

  because of my weak faith

  and weak hands and weak love. Look back toward the

  spinning orb of temporary home

  and the people you left behind with your body. Those shoots

  of light that beam and shiver

  like pieces of God are your many neighbors, bursting and breaking

  with radiance.

  Brighter than solar flares who rattle the stars with their simple acts

  of power and purity.

  Holding up the arms hanging low. Diving into the pool and

  fishing out the drowning.

  Feeding the hungry and listening well into the night to the

  starved for love, for attention.

  All beings of radiance. Pure radiance. God’s radiance, lighting

  the earth until it booms

  brighter than the pale rays of the sun. You are enough.

  You are loved.

  You make others enough. You love. You are radiance.

  Just radiance.