The bright material

The bright material
Shining on his palm
Danced away and beside him
Then merged with his breath
Escaping first through his eyes
Then it seeped out his pores
It moved rhythmically on the air
Around the bewildered host
Who stood and stared
Coursing a lifetime of expectation
From youth to grown
Never tiring in his wait for another glimpse
With advanced age
He sat and gazed
Looking within
Looking without
Waiting with great faith
Praying for the impossible
Mysterious illumination
To breathe the same air again