When sun’s gold hits God’s gold, we know:
gold shines bright. We look –
it shows our reflection.
Do we like it more then, or like it less?
Golden love is molten: the purest kind shines brightest, fuses tightest, boils with warmth and brilliance, burns what is not ready to embrace it, is capable of glistening even rock.
And we, made in the likeness of the maker… can we forgive ourselves our humanity?