When you consider the radiance, that it does not
withhold
itself but pours its abundance without selection into
every
nook and cranny not overhung or hidden; when
you consider
that birds' bones make no awful noise against the
light but
lie low in the light as in a high testimony; when
you consider
the radiance, that it will look into the guiltiest
swervings of the weaving heart and bear itself upon
them,
not flinching into disguise or darkening; when you
consider
the abundance of such resource as illuminates the
glow-blue
bodies and gold-skeined wings of flies swarming
the dumped
guts of a natural slaughter or the coil of shit and in
no
way winces from its storms of generosity; when
you consider
that air or vacuum, snow or shale, squid or wolf,
rose or lichen,
each is accepted into as much light as it will take...