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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