“Light is the shadow of God’s brightness, who is the light of light.”
There is a crystal in the center,
Behold! The glint, the shine,
it looms so high overhead,
so clear, a quality fine.
Perfect and pure the translucence,
it may be passed by unseen,
and the secrets that stream the lines
remain guised by transparency,
But, behold! It is there, in the cave!
The deep, the dark, the gloom,
whose ancient sand and craggy walls
house the ones that loom.
The sun pours down the same old way,
perhaps the light will glint,
and the present fire, whispering of
elephant stone tables, forgotten pyres,
is by the sunshine lit.
The arc of the sun is wide,
the water and air are bent,
the cave inlet also crests,
and words always echo stringent.
The cave is like a busy eye,
the crystal like a ball of light,
and a pull of the tiny star
could turn a day to night!