Glory Light
when the glory light shines, we are born.
At times the glory light falls.
It glistens over everything we know
And in that brief moment,
the moment so much time has been spent dreaming of
those dreams that turned goals, those goals penned into calendars in large, desperate, dying x’s,
Over day’s and then whole weeks, weighed down by red ink
This same weight on your heart, not in red but blue
Blue nerves, blue, ice cold hands shivering from the unbridled anxiety
Big blue bags hanging beneath your eyes
They look up today at the dawning of a glorious morning.
It is the most beautiful morning they have ever seen.
Because in the trail of ten thousand hours, months crossed in red ink,
we see the glory light.
…and then we see it flicker
This is that great defining moment
When we’ve given everything
Ran until we began gaping for air,
Balled a thousand penciled drafts into a mountain
And scaled along this mountain side,
To reach for this moment nestled in the sky,
And then to watch our star fade.
When the glory light flickers, we are born.
In that moment of darkness we must decide,
Will we move mountains to keep our dreams alive?
Or will we let our mountain collapse as the world keeps spinning?
In a time not too far off,
There is a new star, brighter than the sun.
It breaks the day with such vigour, I cannot look at it.
In my sleep, I have felt the warmth of its embrace
But here it caresses me, gently, and my eyes are wide awake.
There is glory here.
Yet it is not the sun that has been reborn.
It is my hands, my feet, my heart.
For when the glory light flickered, I was born.