THE FLICKERING LIGHT

No matter how it happens
through love or accident,
His Love lights up and starts to grow
on life, it’s bound and bent.

It feels so safe and cuddled
in the cup of God’s own hand,
its earthly abode uncertain
because of the ignorance of man.

It knows not of the hatred
of the darkness or the sin,
its light is pure and oh so bright
life shines still from within.

But then one day there comes a change
it senses fear and tension,
its little mind can’t comprehend
horror, too terrible to mention.

The little light starts flickering
in the breeze of things to come,
the light of God is all it has
from its vessel it has none.

From the hatred of the world
instruments of death invade,
the little life is cruelly snuffed
never to see the light of day.

Oh mankind, when will you stop the hate
when will the blindness cease to be,
let these little lights shine on
oh people..........let them BE.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 28, 1992