Happiness Depends on Lighting Lights
Happiness depends
on lighting lights,
As what one does without reflects
within.
People plead the poignance of their
plights,
Pleased to play the hapless
harlequin.
Yet one must purify the sacred
temple,
Haul the lamps up, clean them, set them
out,
Acting to await the miracle,
Neither
seized by fear nor free of doubt.
Underneath all miracles is
faith,
Knowing not, but hoping what might
be,
Kindled by the will, though pain and
death
Assault with darkness all that one can
see
Here, where all is here
miraculously.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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