Guiding Light
By Bethany Collier
This work was published in the Spring 2013 issue of The Lost Country. You may purchase a copy of this issue from us or, if you prefer, from Amazon.
Darkness
By her nature
Manifests
The light,
Each little glow and flicker
That we never
Could perceive
Without her.
A candle can only burn so bright,
Is so small against the night,
And yet
For such a little light
We give great thanks
And…
Find our way.
And you are
a candle burning in a holy place,
the words to a sacred prayer,
the wooden beads of the rosary,
and, when I breathe…
the air.