Lux Sit

Here are the high priestesses of the light

One plays with it, while the other dances

Consider them, and savor your delight

To taste such joy, we have so few chances

When hearts and minds and worlds do seem to shrink

When greed and ignorance ascend the throne

When war and famine steal our time to think

And we are all connected, and alone

Look to the arms, sketching love on the sky

The brown thighs eluding the modest dress

Allow their bold ecstasy to defy

Whatever darkness causes you distress

Brushed immortal, this dance will never end

May these priestesses each fractured heart mend