Carol Lynn Pearson's "The Family of Light." (2005)

Kindled into the family
That sparked the sun
We came--
With suns and moons and stars
In us forever.

And the Mother
Who nurtures new light
In the warmest of all wombs,
And the Father
Who holds in His hands
The growing glow and blows it brighter--
Together placed us in another room.

It is dark here.
Deep within element
We dim and dim.
And to slim the ray
That might find its way out
We handcraft clever bushels
Of modest, fashionable fears.

But long darkness is untenable
And we yearn for the burning
To begin again.

We have had too much night.
Shall we--
Shall we together shed our bushels
And stand revealed--
Sons and daughters of light?

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