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light from the sky

JuAh. Sang C Rey

 

bright light from the sky

It comes down like the wind.

That light comes down like an embroidered star on a black night

 

On a bright day, a clear light that shines like crystal comes down brighter than the sun.

The light that falls from the sky becomes a poem, letter by letter, descending on the white heart and finding its place.

 

The voice of the beloved is planted on clean manuscript paper with an honest brush.

It does sit upright even on the blue monitor, so the twinkle shines through the soul.

In the snow that reads line by line, jewels roll down.

 

The voice of the beloved is heard in the wide heart that contains the world of the Creator.

With the light of the clear sky and the light of the wind, it descends into my heart and fills me with the light that shone on the cross.

The light that saves life, the light that renews the world, comes down with the warm breath of the Creator, and sits at the center like a master and is reborn as a poem