Approachable Divinity

Amazing how the soft reflection

of colors on the waxed wood floor

from the bright blazing strand

of LED lights encircling the spruce

creates a universe beneath my feet

tiny worlds warmer than their source

I admire the beauty not as a facsimile

but for its own unique wonder

like orange orbs of street lamps cast

across the black waters of the Saugatuck

or the sweet silvery moon above

all the more lovely because it is not sun

and I may gaze on it as long as I like

In the same way I rejoice
to look upon your face

faithfully refracting the light of love

tempering that blinding source of all life

into a flash of approachable divinity