The Light of the World – 2nd May 2022
Cone
Man’s alarm rang too soon,
On the
Day of the Moon.
Yet
face the week he must,
Before
more time turned to dust.
Time
waited for no man, nor his game,
Cone
Man’s body out of bed he lugged.
Thirty
years earlier he’d pulled his weary frame,
Out of
bed, when younger and more rugged.
“The
more things change, the more they are the same”,
The
Gallic tribe wryly shrugged.
Darkness
cast a long shadow,
Over a
troubled world.
Conquest,
War, Famine and Death,[1]
Upon
the Earth were hurled.
Political
leaders tried all they knew,
Financial
wizards were glum.
Looking
around, they felt blue,
Seeking
security at conference and forum.
Lights
were going out all over Europe,
Particularly
where there was no gas.
Many a
chieftain tried to create hope,
Only
to find that events made them an ass.
Darkness,
try as it might, couldn’t extinguish,
One remaining,
shining, radiant light.[2]
A
still small voice[3] cried
to men in their anguish:
“I am
the light of the world.”[4]
©
Craig Turney
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