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My Lover Bathes Me in His Precious Light
My lover bathes me in his precious light.
I am the Earth to his all-giving sun.
His needs are burned away in serving mine,
Consumed in the production of his love.
In my awe I'm sometimes forced to wonder:
How can such sweet radiance be sustained?
So selfless is the self in need of need,
So much in love with giving others love.
Still, the sun requires no return.
Light and life come humbly from its fire.
And so I worship him as did the ancients,
Grateful for the gift of being near. |
| Nicholas Gordon |
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