The Light Take back the light-- now or tomorrow, or in June; it has grown dim, blunted by compromise. It is too frail to set the heart on fire, to sing, to praise, to fight Goliath --to battle the dark. Take home the light and hold it in your palm. Breathe on it, it will grow strong again and full of love. Let it be born again, that light: inside a tree, a stone, a dog! It will be holy once again when it's no longer me. All things return; the molecules that make this moment, and the cells that make this bone. Merciful One, take back the light.