Mary’s son
holds
a golden sphere –
the world
in pure light.
Past, present and future –
poised
in the palm of his hand.
Mary’s son
holds
the Light
that was before
the light –
the Light
that was before
Mary –
but not before
her son.
Mary’s son
lifts the golden sphere
and throws it at the dark.
‘Look,’ he cries.
‘Now
All is Light.’
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