The True Mass

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 gloriousBoon.

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!