Light of the World
A Poem by Kolten Slaughter
Before Your breath
The dead come to life-
And I forget about Heaven, Hell,
And my soul.
I no longer desire pleasure,
Wealth, or even my heart-
But Beauty- Beauty.
She is the resting place
Of Your heart
And the stars you set into
Our eyes,
The spark which
Lights the fire
So I can see.
The place where the
Birds are more than birds,
They are messengers of grace-
Or the wind sings a song
You hear in the silence
Of their whispers as
You hum.
As two lovers after their
Wedding lead me
Into the secret place-
That place where beauty is forged
And the dead come to life
Before Your breath
Where I am human,
I am whole.