Gulls on wing
Horizon bound
Their cries
An ever-fading skree
Which mocks the beauty
Of their flight
And here am I
On blackened shore
Which rose from magma’s
Golden glow
Now in reverse
The waning sky
Will soon enough
Become the night
Oh, little one
Feel my heat
See my radiance
Do you not wish
To be so grand as I?
Oh, indeed, Great One
The little light replied
Your luminous warmth
Is the envy of all
Words in which the Great One
Took no small pleasure
Preening in preparation
To further explain its greatness
But… were I to be you
Continued the lighthouse
When the night comes
Or the fog grows heavy
Who would guide the sailor’s way?
Startled, chagrined and angered
The Great Light drew a deep breath
Preparing a dismissive retort
Then sank below the horizon
Leaving the little light
At Amphitrite
With its ever present beacon
To shine into the quiet night
Take a breath, my son
Take a breath
Sit with the present
What you fear
Is already past
Or has not come
That is all your dour spelunking
Will ever find
So long as you believe
The depths are darkness
Be not your mind
But mindful
Open your heart
For in its depths
Is always light
I leave the depths unplumbed
Take a breath
Quiet my mind
And from the depths rises
The light that is love
Beaten
Vulnerable
I rose, vowing not to be struck again
Opting for the only defense remaining
Offense
How disturbingly dark and broken
Some of these worlds are
How maliciously cruel
And though I know such worlds exist
In their hearts and in their deeds
I know I have never set foot in such a world
Though the paths I see
Attain neither peak nor pass
Trapped in this valley of lassitude
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