Creation Ashamed

If the stars
only knew,
the manner
in which the light of your beauty
spilled into the twilight
they would surely hide
their inferior lights
from the darkness.

And if the sun
had a clue
of the way your smile
warmed the new horizon,
so adorning,
surely, he would refuse
to stretch his rays
to embrace
the arrival of the morning.

If the oceans
were made aware
of the depths
of your deep blue eyes,
and the ways
in which their appeal
crashes over my delight,
jealous,
they would refuse
to release their waves,
and resign
from ushering in
the rising tides.

So my heart
softly weeps
passionate dissatisfaction
in response to mercy’s compassion
to conceal
your great beauty
from creation
but for this,
that if creation
merely glimpses
just a fraction of your beauty
then creation
from shame,
would surely cease
to exist.

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