-by Karen Marie Gerrity
5/4/2026

Before radiance learned
to gather itself into stars,
a quiet knowing shimmered
beneath the skin of the void—
a brightness unspoken,
waiting to awaken.

Across the vastness,
light traveled in secret currents,
carrying the memory
of what had always been true.
Nebulae breathed it,
galaxies turned toward it,
and the dark itself
held it like a vow.

Through the lattice of creation,
a pulse moved—
soft as dawn,
ancient as the first spark.
Where it passed,
worlds stirred in recognition,
as though remembering
a forgotten origin song.

No revelation descended.
Instead, truth rose
from the deep architecture
of existence,
unfolding like a hidden sun
lifting through layers
of long-sleeping light.

Every particle glowed
with the echo
of a primordial knowing,
each one a lantern
bearing the same message:
Return to the brilliance
that has always lived within.

And in that rising radiance,
the cosmos remembered itself—
not as many,
but as one vast,
ever-unfolding
memory of light.