The people walking in darkness
have seen a great light;
Isaiah 9:2
I am the light of the world.
John 8:12
The Coming Light
Mole like
we call and crawl
though darkness.
Light, beauty, colour
unknown to our hearts
encased in blackened
cloud:
A cumulus* of sin
which blinds us
to life.
“A light is coming!
A light is coming!”
a small voice cries
across the years.
He really means,
“Life is coming!”
Mole like
we still stumble
until
the light
takes us,
gently holds us
and with the irony of
spit and dirt
opens our eyes.
* Latin for heaped
Travels from Ur 