Here's my "O" Antiphon for the day:
O gathering light,
receiving light,
ours, ocelli,
theirs, ommatidia,
Who opens the insects
to navigate the world,
finally, late this year, in
mid-November, when
strangely green leaves still stand on the pin oak,
on the mild still day,
at last , a ladybug
sails her way to my window screen,
A fly taxis in for a landing
on the lip of my cup.
Their semper cells –
crystalline cones under the eye lens –
always vigilant,
gathering light.
O facets,
oh cell’s eye,
oh my tidings awake,
graciously give me that
faceted
facile receiver!
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