A featheriness rustles through all hearts,
in-furling and unfolding brilliant wings
to christen each atom and inflect the stars
with the light that belongs to children.
Each of us is all of that:
no edges, this shining, only waves,
A single atom of whose burning
is the curved horizon of God's joy.
You keep seeing this in Jesus, in Mary,
in bold voluptuous lovers.
Why not let the beauty be You?
Don't just be a flame. Become fire.
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