Poem October 29, 1990 Issue

His shining light

David Littlefield Horn

For many years I wiped and scrubbed
and rubbed the windowpane I thought was me
to be a clear transparency
for Truth.
But I was never crystal-clear
nor felt my victory quite so near
as when I learned that man is not
transparency.
He's light!
Much more than spots where God shines through,
we are His shining, bright and true.

David Littlefield Horn

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