Child of the dark time
I long for light
Recall the light.
Lights before I came into the world
Cranley Mews menorah kindling
Behind blackout curtains
In the days when London burned
And no church bells rang.
Lights that welcomed me to the world
Sodium lamps glowing on icy streets
Advent candles calling to Emmanuel.
Lights of childhood
Yule log in the hearth
Lantern in tent,
Lamps shining through leaded glass
Pooling on cobblestones,
Sunlight on warm brick wall,
Shafts of light through stained glass windows.
Trinity wharf lighthouse
Illuming London docks
Ipswich harbor lights
Reflected in the Orwell
Ship lights, port red, starboard green.
Lights of faith
Sabbath lights
Lumen Christi shining in dark church
Tiered arati lamps
Circling before Shanta Durga
Sea of butter lamps at Svyambunath
Divali lights floating down the Ganges.
Lights of joy and sorrow
Birthday candles, yahrtzeit candles
Kirtan votives, romantic candles,
Wildfire blazing on Bear Peak,
Starlight in the desert
Firelight by full moon.
Child of the dark time
I seek the light
Light in face, in smile, in eyes
Light of spirit, light of love
Light of lights
Beyond the darkness.
Child of the waning year
I see the light
Hidden in the hearts of all.
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