The Divine Light
St. Andrew was closer to Jesus more than the others,
and he followed Him everywhere the Teacher went;
as a fisherman of brave men, he reveled in his intent
revealing the divine light that illuminated sunless paths.
And like Christ he was crucified and suffered;
his blood dripped from broken hands and feet,
but he praised death as a seed falling to the ground:
to regrow in a field nourished by rain and heat.
A similar message the Master spoke on His long travels:
the divine light was His gift to the Earth fallen to darkness.
Written on 1/13/2017
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017
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