Light
Someone said:
“when the lights go out you are gone.”
I thought
maybe what we think of as light
is wrong?
Maybe the luminosity is set too low
or too bright?
I think light should not blind,
light should not numb the brain
with a force fed illumination.
Lights can be sickly,
some lights can drive you crazy.
Light can be a spark in a maniacs brain.
Light can screw you over and makes you confess
to something you did or did not do.
Light as in ‘enlightenment’
is in the middle if a longer word
a larger meaning,
If we called it a darkening
it would still be the same thing.
Folks talk a lot about light
while their night still waits to be lit.
Only Jesus
and those other guys
knew how to flip that switch.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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