Light: An Appreciation

“[Light] enables all vision/as it sears the eye,/it’s the scalpel/for the callus it creates. . . .” —Skip Eisiminger

Skip the B.S.

By Skip Eisiminger

CLEMSON South Carolina—(Weekly Hubris)—March 2018

Light
By Skip Eisiminger

“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.”―Og Mandino 

Light is born
but never dies,

it ages
yet never changes, 

it shimmers unseen
above violet and below red,

it unfolds over an arc
and reknits without gold,

it travels among spheres
where the music has stopped, 

it enables all vision
as it sears the eye,

it’s the scalpel
for the callus it creates,

it has no mass
yet fills a starship’s sails,

it has no weight
but is curved by mass,

it travels forever
unless drawn down a hole,

it reads on the porch
as it blocks the stars,

it’s the tungsten of reason
and the off-switch of despair,

it careens at the same speed
off firefly or fear,

it’s slowed by glass
but cannot be hurried.

it’s slower than darkness
which had a head start,

and it’s inside Quakers
but outside the Pope.

To light, I feel,
the Gods must kneel.

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