Lumin
It peaks up over the mountain,
Like a child waiting to be discovered.
It taps on the glass of my lonesome room,
So thick I feel its presence to awaken.
It follows me, beckons me to grasp its assumed emptiness,
Telling me to swallow, and I will be full.
My warm navigator, willing to saturate my every bareness.
Showing itself with darkened skin.
It whispers...
Follow me and I will follow you.
I cannot leave you for I am the Light.
To warm you and guide you.
I will brighten your path,
Yet you resist me, and disregard.
Breathe me in. Pursue me.
Know I am there.
The Light of the World.
May you never sit in darkness.
I am yours.
Like a child waiting to be discovered.
It taps on the glass of my lonesome room,
So thick I feel its presence to awaken.
It follows me, beckons me to grasp its assumed emptiness,
Telling me to swallow, and I will be full.
My warm navigator, willing to saturate my every bareness.
Showing itself with darkened skin.
It whispers...
Follow me and I will follow you.
I cannot leave you for I am the Light.
To warm you and guide you.
I will brighten your path,
Yet you resist me, and disregard.
Breathe me in. Pursue me.
Know I am there.
The Light of the World.
May you never sit in darkness.
I am yours.
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