Be

 

be the sunrise

or a single sunbeam

streaming down from behind a cloud

grace the dark earth

like the gibbous moon

silvering the landscape

where you walk

be the sparkles on the lake

that glistening eye of god

shore to so many pilgrimages

now your own

be that star shining

in the farthest reaches of the night sky

the same star

that reaches you now

—Lorena