The Way the Truth and the Light

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine. Lacy white anklets, freshly polished black patent leather shoes, Scratchy petticoats, fluffy ruffled dresses, Every Sunday. Loved the attention I received as a pretty girl in a small town church with a congregation who loved me. During each sermon I would stare at the painting of Jesus dressed with a stripe of purple, entering a cave lit by a small intriguing bit of light. Lighting the Christmas tree, brought my thoughts to Santa. Not Jesus at all, but we had the manager, and the Baby Jesus. On the mantle, which were standing in a little glow, enhanced by the blinking lights of our Christmas tree. When I see glowing lights, even if they are car lights, I think of these childhood memories, especially if it is winter. For there were so many lights back then, lighting the way, lighting my own path, lighting me. When I meditate, I stare into a candle, seeing Jesus, the way, the truth and the Light. Written 12-6-2020 Sponsor: Regina McIntosh Contest: The Light Poetry Contest