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

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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.