Your Light shines bright

From

A never ending Source

An infinite beacon

That lights ones way

Through the finite

With it's storms

It's turmoils

It's troubles

That never end

A Light that is

So bright

It illuminates

And

Enlightens ones heart

And mind

A never ending Source of

Warmth

Of visions

Of inspirations

That nourish

And

Enrich

We are Pilgrims

On our finite paths

Of

Suffering and Strife

Following a beacon

A beacon that lights

Our ways

Back to the Infinite

Back to where Life began

And life ends

Back to a time

Without time

We will come back

Back to our Selves

With Self pressence

Then

Forward again

To Selves

With selves with pressence

Around again

Full circle

Never really beginning

Never really ending

Just being

In the Present

With full Pressence

Being

Beings of Light

Yes

Beings of Light

Now

Following

Pathways formed from

Love

Yes

Our Pathways of

Love

Michael Hopkins

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beings-of-light-2/