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Who do you say I am?

Morning and evening,
womb before dawn,

nova of blossom,
star in the apple,
word on the wind.

Long thorn of black locust,
ironwood bark, as
warm as skin:

the infant's hand.
unfolding, light
that forms the eye:

the messenger,
the one,
whatever makes us sing:

emergence,
return,
the end of the spectrum,
beginning of light.
Light.

-Kathleen Norris