Bright Like a Needle
(“Your
light must shine before people in such a way that they may see your good works,
and glorify your Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 5:16)
The light
was apparent from a distance,
small but bright like a needle in the night.
It guided the lost to hard won hope;
It sent the vagabonds on the way with solid instructions
and food for the day.
It was high on the cliffs, sending its beam in all
directions and once.
Some ignored it and struggled to find their way.
Others saw it obscured by mental fog.
But for me it was salvation, an escape from
the agnostic samples of my soul.
I’d be happy to see the light again,
to look at the work illumination begins.
I don’t disbelieve, I’m just out of living examples
of lights that shine for any person, reason, or rhyme;
of lights that open the way for queries about the
nature of things.
The applause
of people can disguise the focus
shot in the dark. Alone is overrated. Alone is
understated.
Let the
light set this soul aglow. Let it disclose
all that is hidden or too quiet to be heard. Believe me,
the longer I believe the more the light wains like the
sliver of a moon.
