Though we know the sun resides up in the sky,
we also see that light reflected here,
in flowers, as in faces, we can spy
that telltale glow; that golden light so clear
it could only have its source in some Divine
manifestation; an all-encompassing Yes
that in a burst of brilliance could design
a blaze to both illuminate and bless.
Each artificial bulb's pale imitation
leaves us hungering for radiance more true;
for colors whose depth's a constant invitation
to feast on yellow, violet, red, or blue.
This light and that are wholly interdependent:
together they're celestial, resplendent.
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