Gothic architects considered light God’s
most beautiful revelation. You are light
to me. Studying your photo, I nod
and smile at your shining face, glowing sight
of your pumpkin-toed Grace Girl, treats T-shirt
lounging on sofa behind you. You say
how my words knock down your walls. I assert
your honest words flame light in me. I pray
when I sense your light. Sometimes silent prayer,
sometimes prayer through writing poems. I see
how your light blesses space. Your soft hands care
for her sacred form resting in beauty
of your light. Ancient Greeks called beauty true
presence: “being of one’s hour.” Light like you.
Roger Armbrust
October 20,
2013
