Here, illuminated at last,
Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;
Sweet moments of passion and healing,
Of sensual release.

Nothing that truly matters
Can ever evaporate,
Be excised,
Burnt out of your soul.

We too can repair our cracks with gold
And glow again.
Crazed by life,
More beautiful than ever before.

The gilded spiral
Of longings within.
Our very own cathedral
That points persistently to heaven.

It is warmer here. Can you see the light? Trust it. It is safe. It has lived a long time. It has seen much more than you. You fight a demon that you once knew but the demon is already slain. And from the corner of your eye you will see the scattered, sacred fire reform again. Settle, settle. Peace, peace

I am just like you,
Destined to play my part.
And leave,
In the nature of my departure at least,
Some kind of sweet message behind
In the fathomless pattern I make.