Sunday, November 01, 2009

The Light Of Small Things


Day has its sun
And night has the stars
But God’s best light is born by candle.


Upon the world’s great, gaudy glare
He sets the little taper of your self to stand
And breathes the smouldering wick to flame
So never to go out again.


And when the sun has run its course
And all the stars have ceased to burn
His lighted candles will remain
To make an endless beam of Him.


Day has its sun
And night has the stars
But God’s Own Light is shown by candle –


A stable, feedbox, peasant life,
hands labor-scarred, Truth shod in sandals
and on a crossed wooden altar lifted high.
God lights the world through such small candles. 


(Apologies to M. Madeleva for filching and refining this work of hers. I think she would approve.)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I just enjoy the beauty of it... a reader. jas

Anonymous said...

Truly beautiful!

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