Priest

SEPTEMBER'S

LIGHT

The light is

In the sun

Of gold

To warm you

When your thoughts

Grow cold.

The light is

In the wafered

Moon

Piercing pitch,

A glorious

Boon.

The light

Reflects in

Crystal snow,

A glittering

Mantle

Blanketing woe.

The light is

Stagnant

In infants' souls,

Glistening water

Will deepen

Their shoals.

The light is

In your flocks'

Flawed faces,

Waiting to

Heal from

Penanced graces.

For you are robed,

Royal, purpled

Unfurled.

Chosen.

September's,

Light of the world!