If You Could See The Light That Shines

  

If you could see the light that shines

The one that glows from fingertips

Seeps into shea buttered skin

And lives even in the cascading of tears

You would know of God’s magic

Of how careful he is with the crafting of miracles

Of how miracle and your name must be the same thing

Must breathe the same air

Must wish upon the same stars night after night

If you could see the stars

The galaxies

The universe in your smile

You would know not much of darkness

You would acknowledge the dim at times

But be assured of the sun's rise in the morning

In the morning

You would kiss your own skin “good day”

Lips would separate the ocean of your magic

If you could smell the magic

The kind that leaks beyond your footsteps

Lingering in all the hearts of all you’ve touched

You would touch like poets upon pens

Upon pads

Upon epiphanies

You would love like the Nile, herself

Move like the bends of her river bank stretched upon your back

You would gift yourself

To yourself

For yourself

You would love

You would love

My God, you would love

If you could see the light that shines