The Light

There is endless Light above me

That shines for all (who would see)

My Light sustains life's brilliance

Discounting the darkness of concrete

and steel, it gives my soul and

spirit resilience.

When my mortal vision becomes myopic

The light implodes Sacred Wattage

Mere darkness cannot stop it.

Yes, some of my days are

filled with immured wretchedness

Nevertheless, the Light continues

to shine just so I know it's there,

In this terminal den deep within,

amid and betwixt death's lair,

Gratefully, a quiet faith daily

projects warmth and peace

and well I fare.

Measureless rays and beams of purpose reflect:

The depth of my being making me an honored member;

I fear no neglect.

Timeless Illumination, here, there

and everywhere

Basking as I do in its Divine Glory

Even the demagogues of this earthly hell, best beware!

Brandon Astor Jones

From GLW issue 230