Poem July 19, 2004 Issue

Child of light

Diane Allison

Children of light, he called us!
He, who moved as a moonbeam on water
unweighted by heavy assumptions
of the birth and death and sorrow of dust;
Unillusioned by feet of clay, on feet of sight he
swiftly came to comfort, teach and heal
with hands whose touch
outshone old shadows of shame and
reached through death-dreams to wake to radiance
his brother/sister-beams.

As when his very presence, streaming goodness like piercing arrows,
sends unclean demons fleeing, screaming, to eagerly sink and drown,
and leave the dear man lighthearted, loved and whole.
"In him was life; and the life was the light of men,"
This loving life my light? Shining me?
Oh, Father of lights, burn through these dream-weights
and wake his sister-self in me, a healing, gliding shaft of Love, following Your lead.

John 1:4

—Diane Allison

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