I ask for light,
not to hold it,
keep it to myself,
hoard it into my chest,
burning my own hands,
but so I may
in radiance
send it out.

That i may
be and do,
receive and give.

That I may
connect,
in and of
light.

That I may be,
not alone,
as a lost soul,
but swallowed whole.

Wholly lit,
illuminated,
illuminating.
Each cell
shimmering,
transparent.

That I may
disappear in participation,
persisting as one ray
in the magnificence
of the sun.