I look at this light in My hand,
See how he shines for Me.
In the storm he still stands,
However harsh the sea.
I am the Fuel that makes him burn,
Delighting to watch him shine.
He shines of Me while life churns,
For he knows he’s Mine.
He glories in his tribulation;
For Me, he’ll persevere.
Attesting to My salvation,
His light to Me is dear.
For him, I’ll not disappoint;
My heart’s poured into his own.
This is how I anoint,
He knows he’s not alone.
When he wanes I breathe on him;
I will not snuff him out.
My hand guards him when he dims.
I surround him all about.
I love the light that he bears;
The one who bears My light.
It’s on My name that he swears
And lives in My might.
Who is the one bearing the Light;
Is it him or Me?
He who bears My delight,
Or I Who bears delightfully?
© 9-10-08
A contest entry
- Only Prewrites by Samplette.
1000 points, ended September 20, 2008, 41 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very well crafted piece of poetry. Very nicely written. Thank you for entering the contest.
Sam
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Nicely done, to know that he shines and we reflect is such a humbling thought.
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To be in His light
The joy to know He is near.
I will guard His light
And let Him know I am still here.
...mac -
To be in His light
The joy to know He is near.
I will guard His light
And let Him know I am still here.
...mac
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