We are, each of us, a bright flame
captured within what is knit together
and patterned after a moment of Gods’-breath.
In that holy uniqueness, be filled —
the quiet light rolling, the steady quickening,
every token of your birth alive
with its God, you a libation of feeding oil
to the knitwork of space and time
dancing on celestial horizons —
like a honeycomb dripping with sweetness
or water married by cellulose to fire within
a fennel-stalk’s narrow abyss.
Now, Here.
KALLISTI 