Thousandfold
--Nina Bogin 

Thousandfold the light
encompasses us 

patiently
against our mortal 

impatience.
We are human, 

thus destitute.
Awkward we fumble 

with our small
offerings                                       

to the everyday,                                       
crumbs, petals, dust.                                 

What do we sift over,
what should we keep, 

what turn to gold,
give thanks for, 

render thousandfold
to light?