There is a love that shines clarity,
Which pools its liquid crystalline light over all
Its dew picking out the silhouette of every blessed leaf
Growing on every blessed tree that takes it as water and soil and sunlight,
Whose cool embrace rinses the superficiality from the rocks to expose
True colors, real truth, true beauty.
To bathe in it is a consecration in the dazzling infinite ichor
That rushes through the veins of the world,
To drink it in, an existential benediction.