Upon a northern light

waning,

waning

in the dawning hours

twinkling points of light

vanishing into the emerging azure

making way for the face of the Son,

who smiles down forever resplendently on sentient forms,

and we the precious ones, the ones of divine spark, we who are weary of the search and have forgotten why or who or what grow even more somnolent.

But I show up every morning facing northeast, forever on my knees to be reconciled within the singularity.

We have within us the light from light, the omega point, the final evolutionary stage and our loving guide dutifully shows up every morning for our daily repair de rigueur. I show up forever at your knees.