Sunday, September 26, 2010

Doing Christ one better

It’s not just bowed wood slats
singed till tar-black
on that bushel basket
keeping your brilliance pinned.
There are mediations of glass
and twirls of brass fittings
regulating its bold flame down
to dull orange glow.
Smash it all,
obtuse and obscuring.
Where will your light go?
To heavens and its birthing.

(inspired by the parable of the Lamp under a bushel, and a wish)


human being said...


may we open our eyes
may we find the fire within
may it burn openly
even if it is killed by the wind
or the rain

Francis Scudellari said...

Amen :)