Tree of Light
As though I'm in the throes of holy transubstantiation,
God's psyche becomes the pine-needled path
My feet navigate through a woods,
Embracing my eyes, with resplendent epiphanies,
Seizing my mind, in lasting rapture.
Now, as I walk out of the glade's sun-struck shadows,
The path that guided my spirit releases me.
Daytime bathes my naked soul.
I am a tree of light.
07/13/09 - (1)
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