Poem
Poem: The Light
A poem based on John 8:12
Helen Bailado
This poem was published in the St. Nina Quarterly, Volume 2, No. 1.
The weather was so cruel that eve
that many feared to leave
their homes to walk the cobbled roads.
The wind swiftly swept through streets
and at each building it did meet
howled at all its occupants.
The noise upon each window pane
was deafening as the rain
stormed out of the clouds.
Yet oil lamps at each corner brightly
persisted in offering light
to anyone that might pass their way.