Lit

It’s Sunday Morning
and The Spirit of
All That Is
moves in me.

I must have
seated myself
on the Holy End
of The Couch.

A homily of
Imagination
is forming itself
into Words.

I Imagine
The Big Bang of
Love
that formed us
as an
Explosion of
Light
from a
Flame
ignited in
The Void.

In turn
igniting
a trillion
candles,

a trillion
Soul Blazes
that consume
one candle,
then leap to
another and
another,
as The Light
glows deeper
into
The Void.

On The Couch
I ask myself:

How could I
have ever
believed I
could ever
be separated
from
The Light?

(Photo by Chris Rhoades; UnSplash)