The slightest residue of your glory causes my innate programming of life to be automatically booted up.
When we are allowed to see your beauty it is irresistible. We cannot look away.
We keep closing our eyes, but you won’t allow the lethargy to take root. You revive and there is light. The warmth drawing us out of drowsiness.
Truth cannot be contained. Glory cannot be contained. So let us stand next to it. Your promise of being near, the dark won’t remain.
Let us awaken and may you be our afterimage. May you linger in the dark, help us remember in the dark.