A few years ago, an elderly friend shared with me this poem he’d written. It’s been on display in my living room since then. He was on my mind this afternoon, though, and I feel like it’s such a beautiful poem that it should be shared with the world, or at least my little audience.
It was late in the evening
and darkness upon the land did lay.
Then there was light
light brighter than the day
This was not the light of the sun or moon
or the light of uncounted stars
this was a light so clean and pure
that even time stood still.
Some, like me, stood in awe
others to their knees did fall
still others hid their faces
in fear and horror
not trusting the Lord for the morrow
But as one watched and embraced the quiet
the truth of the light was revealed
only from the glow of the face of God
could light such as this be real
Then after a time, if time there was
a change in the light began
the light quietly faded
and the show of love began
Color never before seen by man
the soft color of love clear and true
blended by the hand of God
as only the Almighty could do.
Then the meaning like a mighty hymn
God’s reminder to return to him.
“The above is based on an actual happening. June 29, 2008”