He came as white light
He came as white light
risen from my heart.
He came from outside;
white light all around, insistent
he came—tender, pressing
through me heat to heat.
Oh, where could I flee, rooted
in time? Tell me, is this
the ravage of ecstasy
the green sprout suffers
at midday? No wonder
then, the summer fields,
how they sing.
