Where is my sparkling deity?
I see her in the surf and stars,
on blue wings and emerald stems.
Her hymns are written for larks
and sparrows. A lilac bower
forms her temple. And I?
I breathe that I might see
and know the heart that thrums
and spins this world. In light
and wind, in the stillness of midnight,
in everything that is, she gleams.
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