LIGHT

LIGHT

Light of the crescent

moon sinking down

seems like a chalice,

shimmering cup

open to harbour

life from the vastness.

All that receives

opens like flowers

open to light.

So in the stillness,

so in the silence,

may I be open,

open to Light,

Light of the Spirit.

Quickening Spirit,

Strengthening Spirit,

higher, true Self

shine in my soul,

stream into me.