Ethereal Lux

Ethereal Lux

A Poem by InfiniteInk

Everlasting light,
Shining,
Emitting a glow of fluorescent colors I love to see,
Hinting of colors I've yet to meet.
You,
Light,
Are the energy of soul,
The absolute manifestation of benevolence and righteousness,
That is foreign to this world.
But even so,
You shine upon us,
Feeding our spirits,
Like the sun feeds the plants.
And just as photosynthesis
transforms the insignificant seed,
Into a Lilly,
Arrayed in beauty no king as yet to annex,
You,
Shining,
In such resolve and absolution,
Allows us to transform from sinful embodiments of malice,
Into saints of understanding and justice.
For at one time,
We were blind,
And clothed in vices.
Trapped in unforgiving darkness,
But you,
Selfless light,
Appeared in a luminous virtue,
Bringing mercy,
And presenting understanding.
For now we can see,
Because blindness is just the eye's absence of light,
Or just as the mirrors,
Reflect light,
Making an image,
I could not see on my own.
Is the way,
In which your words act upon me,
Bending and reflecting the light,
That is you,
Helping me understand and achieve what I was incapable of.
How different are you light,
Than the lights of this world,
For they can only shine upon the shadows around me,
Unlike you,
Who shines upon the darkness inside me.
Or just as the lights of this world,
Flashes and stuns me,
You light of heaven,
Flash and stun the demons who pursue me.
So hear me now,
Constant lumen
The darkness seeks to engulf my being,
So shine above me,
In me,
And through me,
So that as the darkness approaches,
It disintegrate in your presence,
And I shall simply follow
As you illuminate my path,
Oh great and perfect light.

© 2012 InfiniteInk


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Added on March 21, 2012
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InfiniteInk
InfiniteInk

Mableton, GA



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In the complex realm of ink and paper, my pen reigns as a deity of control, emotion is created through its intuition and its instinct is to be profound and expressive, my pen shall bleed in this realm.. more..

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