First Light
I remember the first time I saw light
That captured my attention quite:
I was nearly three years old.
Through my grandmother’s kitchen door,
Came to my eyes a slanting beam of gold,
Which pooled on the hard-wood kitchen floor.
I saw a whirl of floating specks caught in that light,
Glittering like more than a million worlds shining bright.
I felt then that I was witnessing something divine,
With the glory of spiritual sight.
I thought my soul inside me looked out of eyes, much more
Than matter; something deeper and more true than time.
Something eternal, supernal, and sublime.
And that shaft of light itself, with all those whirling worlds,
Was like a universe within a universe; a universe within me.
What a miracle it was that such a sight could be!
What a miracle it was that I could see!
What a magical gift it was to be me.
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What am I now? A bag of guts to be examined and checked.
X-rayed, fingered, and probed. Poked with needles and stabbed with IVs.
Receiving cold steel coils shoved in me, inserted forcefully.
Enduring procedures of hurtful pains and degrading indignities.
And something growing in me, the mere size of a walnut,
Still cannot be cut out and removed. My long bright future has wrecked,
Crashed, and collapsed. My knowledge will be forgot, my memories destroyed.
Now my eyes feel like twin little bubbles of corruptible flesh, ready to rot.
Now my soul feels like a dream...a vapor...a mist...made to vanish in the void.
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Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Written on Saturday, April 25, 2009 1:28 pm
Temperature: 500 F. Winds: 5 MPH Rainfall: 0.01"
Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael L.P. All rights reserved
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