I see a light.
It is a miracle of simple radiance.
It flickers in the breeze of nothing.
It transcends my mortal awe
and becomes alive,
then begins its dance –
a dance of haunting symmetrical patterns
and an infinite variety of God's colors,
a dance unique to itself and no other.
It is insignificant, yet so important.
It with purpose and I without.
I am jealous.
I snuff out the candle.
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Poemission
The Light
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First poem written, age 13