[27 September 2019]
Refracting, it bends, goes
Forth, goes itself, passing
Between window pane and wine
Glass and the leaves of the aspen tree
Outside your room. It filters
White and green and yellow and gold.
It settles in the hollows, in the quiet
Places, the dewdrops at dawn. It calls
Forth their inner natures, filling them to the brim
With self that wells up from deep within and grows and moves and pours forth and overflows and spills out over line and line and line and line and line,
A holy abundance, a simple charity, a sharing
Giving that never dries up or demands,
Or lacks or wants or goes to waste.