The spread of morning and of spring,
so definite and bright, resurrected beyond the rain.
The world comes about in the miracle of light
shining prodigal.
This knowledge is inherited and merited,
complete with knowing.
To claim the details of birthright
there is all to gain.
All light runs through the whole
with our hand resting on this dedicated page.
You’ll find comfort here.
The love that spreads humanity in the world
has everything to do with you and me,
and what we make of it.
I conclude. I conclude.
I believe. I believe.
I do, without pause.
Do we not admire rainbows as they open,
catching the sun, reaching through us?
There never was a single habit of light.
Love was always the prism becoming alive—
the stars we are born under,
the light from within catches all the sunlight,
the world launches into day
and it is spring.
Stephen Cipot
Garden City Park
