The light that we see by
provisioned as much by sight
as by a persistent radiance

Has little angels dancing
on the heads of all its little pins

Seeking always the refraction
that fans it all out
into rainbows

How is this different
from visions of the Blessed Virgin

Appearing again, and again
in unexpected places
to the solace of the faithful

The wonder of the crowds
and expectation of the Absolute