What is a diamond in the dark?

Or a mountain meadow with no light?

What is the artist’s grandest mark

or the whimsy of the clouds to night?

Only blackness—like the hole

that swallows whole my heart and eyes,

down to the soul, blank as coal,

where beauty haunts in whiffs and cries.

If not for You, Eternal Light,

the gifts of life I would not see,

but You are here—ablaze in white—

and all the world shines bright for me.