focusing heavenly light
which she cannot herself perceive
She gathers the light
swims with it, collimating
coruscating
she cannot hold onto it,
she feels only dark
and confusion
But the light found her, chose her
when it passes through, it grows
only sweeter
and no other lens will do
No other light is better
or more lovely
or more true
than the light that shines
through the lens
of her soul.
She used to look at the stars
with her dad, and his
Telescope
And now sometimes
just sometimes
his light comes down the reflector tube
just to shine with her again
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For my Becca,
from Morgan
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