Radiance

There are no bands in their death

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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.