Lure of the blessed meek—

tungsten glow of ghost fungus,
railway worm freighted with stars,

cipher flash of lightning bug,
wood larva’s spangled stare,

cave grub blistered with galaxies,
phantom torch of gnat,

staccato glint of click beetle,
and millipede’s cyanide flare,

fiery bribe by angler fish,
comb jelly’s deep blue radiance,

ice-comet tail of arctic krill,
titan squid’s x-ray glare,

and the colossal mass of plankton,
cut by an oil tanker’s keel,

pulses and shimmers in the wake—
all ignites the holy longing.

Let be the light.
Let be the light.