A shard of light rifled through infinity to embrace a petalled bulb,
across echoless voids enough to tempt The Christ.
Waterless and unbound by pathways yet still it arrowed straight,
no curtained silence, no hiding place, with a single radiant intent.
And then dispersed it scattered to a million points of purpose,
toward Corners, Deserts and Oceans, subtracted, refracted then gone.
I’ll ride that shaft of eternity some day and be carried to illumination,
burning like a returning Son, to flicker out and fade to nothing.
Oh but what a journey to just see its very end.
© Wolfgar 2019