All of them, infinite leaves in shimmering green, move and lift and settle with the eastern September wind. And the light, my God the light of the setting sun against shimmering, wavy branched leaves. It sets me beyond language beyond time beyond doubt beyond pain beyond worry and shame, into a bliss of unending fortune. My God, the Light.
“I, Jesus, have sent my angel to testify to you about these things for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star.”