How the brilliant clarity of noon,
Sans shadow, reveals my broken places.
Truth's glare ferrets out all petty sins.
Here at the cusp of waxing and waning,
At the apex of light where all can be seen,
You have spread a table before me.
Come, forgiven daughter.
Be nourished with peace, with grace.
I linger at table,
Warmed by your joyous laughter,
Bathed in the company of your love.
Your light pours through my being
Until I am glowing
And I wonder -
Will the filament of my commitment
Bear the light beyond the tablecloth?
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