Blinded

The light blinds everything, turning all to shadows and dark
 Silhouette against the sky, exposing traces of what is
Until you step into the shadows, blocking its direct touch
Too much, too full, yet beauty in the breaking through
Too full to take in, just stand still and soak in what has come
The beginning to something new revealed through
The direct divine touch, so don't shrink into shadow
Stand blinded and full in what is to come, the moment before