Season of the Divine

Of all the lights that exist 
none are more beautiful 
than the one I can't touch. 

It's as if we have the lesser lights 
as a glimmer of hope 
for what’s to come. 

When we don't have to seek 
what we already have. 

And we can bask 
in the sublime warmth 
of perfect love forever. 


Until then, 
we marvel at the sun, 
and celestial bodies; 

their reflections on water, 
and tears in our eyes, 
dew on the petals 
of flowers in the morning, 

and raindrops on the glass 
that blur our view. 


We, full of wonder 
like a memory of something 
none of us have ever seen, 

still reach with a longing 
so deep, it's as if we remember. 

© 2024, S.N. Astorquia