Stewards of Light

The more a comet

burns away, the

brighter it gets.

As it enters the

atmosphere, more

and more of it flakes

off and burns up.

Until there is only light.

This is our journey

as a spirit in a body

over a lifetime.

As the years wear us

down and burn us up,

we grow brighter.

Until at death,

we are all light.

A Question to Walk With: Describe an aspect of who you are that has brightened over the years.

This excerpt is from my book of poems in progress, A Thirst for Simple Light.

*Photo credit: Vittorio Staffolani