Threads of Light

The threads of Light
woven into us
since the beginning,
streamed me away
from the dark of the family
that could only 
see their Light
in the electric promises
of this world.

The threads knew
that I would find true Home,
invisible help would guide me, 
I would weather
the harrowing journey,
pain would crack me,
that is, open me
to make more space 
for the Light,
changing from wisps to ribbons
to rushing, roaring rivers
that would flow
into the dry, barren reservoirs
of this being
thirsting, longing
for Life and Light.