The Beloved’s Beams
Meteorologists’ attempts to scientifically
label what my eyes see, as crepuscular
rays emanating from behind stratocumulus clouds,
leaves me less than startled. However, filtering
in the theologian’s twist, these same hopeful
strands of light breaking through the barrier
between the corporeal and ethereal worlds,
fills me with the Beloved’s beams to illumine all
of me, that has been previously stranded in darkness.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.