Words Alight

The longest and lightest day of the year, drawing near...

And your writing, growing spheres.

Adding light unto light, pouring even more light where light has begun to seep in.

Light to fill wounds and scab them with gold. Light to turn tears into chandeliers.

Light to take hurt and give it peace. Light to take longing and deliver it beams!

Your letters lit with fire — controlled burn.

To scorch a convolution of terms woven in on themselves for centuries, into impenetrable mire, and dangled unendingly in front of scholars and fools alike, in an eternal deferral of truth.

Living water shaped by sound and wind into truth-giving fire.

Leading upwards, pointing homeward, in elemental display of intellect’s warriorhood, in proper service to the One True King.