Poem: “Light my Way”

Light my Way

In the beginning was an explosion.
Love exploded as energy filling the void!
Whirling forth from it’s womb,
Light scattered, seen and unseen,
Racing through newborn time towards souls yet created.
Angels, pure as the light itself, invisible
Sped through eons, biding time, until the babe was born.
Love’s energy illuminated them, for shepherds keeping watch,
In the darkness of time, simply
Pursing mundane tasks of their station.
Torch-less shepherds followed the glow, lighting the way.
Their terminus, a flicker of life born hours before,
Of the uncreated Father of Light.

“Thy Word, O God is a Lamp to my footpath!”
Intoned the faithful shepherds, as they prostrated themselves
Before the Beautiful Feet of the precious babe.
Returning to their flocks of families and friends,
The radiance of their eyes lit the paths ahead,
Lamp-stands of the Light which came into the world,
Dispelling the darkness of an ordinary life.

Scattered sunbursts glisten upon gently rippling waters.
Each minute wave reflecting the day’s invigorating promise.
Water absorbing energy from unseen, yet truly present, light,
Warms the medium of life for creatures within its embrace.
Humans frolic and fish in the waters made alive,
By the light of love exploded long ago.
Some, radiant, glowing with infused rays
Pronounce their Te Deum returning words of praise.
Others shiver, and perceive not the love of ancient light,
Sent to warm their soul, their frigid soul, their darkened soul,
Their blinded soul.

Yet! Some struck blind, along a day-lit path,
Brilliantly overwhelmed by the same explosive love,
As In the Beginning,
Commence anew on their journey,
With a question: “Who are You, O Light Unto My Path?
Show me your Beautiful Feet that I may follow.”

“I am Jesus of Nazareth, whom thou persecutest”
The Light replies, as his rays become invisible.

Stacy Peterson

Stacy received a BA in PSCI from VaTech and taught for several years. As a former Marine reservist and Officer Candidate, she brings Semper Fidelis to her vocation as wife and mother. She ponders the world around her and on occasion pens an essay. She may be reached at stacypeterson40@hotmail.com.