Why We Need Poetry

The Light of the World : Prose

After several days of cloudiness and rain, the sun came out again today.  What a difference it makes in the world around us.   Sunlight breaks through our window panes.  Its rays light up the bedroom and lift our spirits to start off  the day.  A glance outdoors exposes the deep rich earth tones of autumn leaves and purple shades of late-blooming asters.  Wherever the rays fall, they brighten the surfaces of life's fertile growth, bringing forth the vibrant hues the Creator have given them.  Touching whatever they reach, the sun's fingertips generate warmth and leave a trail of shadows as they gently hug the earth with gentle goodness.

 Where would we be, without sunlight?  What else on earth blesses our souls so nobly and intensely?  Jesus is the light of the world, a world His Father brought into being.   That Father gifted us with that light from out of a great void of nothingness.  What joy it bring us, this heaven-sent light!  Whenever we see sunlight appear, may we never forget what the Source of all light intends for us--pure joy, everlasting love.



The Light of the World:  Poetry

Rays through my window
     kiss the bedsheets,
     create their own stripes and shadows,
     Gladden this groggy heart.

Opening my eyelids,
     they draw me to the windows,
    to magic leaves of mellow gold
     and rusty brown,
     translucent in their splendor. 

Oh, there You are,
     my God, my Lord,
     Lord of all things,
     Lord of everything.

You who give us the rays
     give life,
     brighten life
     to bring us hope 
     and the soul-deep touch   
     of joy abundant.

Take me by the hand,
    guided by Your stardust.    
    Take me where You will
    and never, no never let me go. 


Have a sun-filled day,

Margaret