summer radiance-
draws me to resting,
in your brilliance-
what parallels,
my rapturing desire-
to fall into your light,
yet resisting-
holding tight,
to my uneasy-
it sits with me,
as it tries to reason with me-
welcoming me to melancholy,
but knowing that-
the folding tides of time,
heals the wound-
that tries to split open,
again and again,
what is revealed so deep-
what is brought to bleed,
spills out and releases me-
to ending,
to beginning,
to my right of passage-
I hold the passion of your luster,
as it blazes across my waiting sky-
your incandescent beauty,
intentions revealing,
no more concealing,
surrendering to,
touching with arms held high-
the light of your radiant healing.
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
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