Poem June 14, 2004 Issue

The lantern

Margaret McIsaac

A lantern hangs to mark the way,
It's lit, but shows no light.
Once the glow was bright and strong,
But fears and care and pain
Have left their stain upon the glass
That shielded and revealed the flame.

And so the flame of love is there,
But is not seen or known.
Seek to find it, reveal the light,
Clean now the glass with loving care.

And when the world seems dark with dread,
Your lantern bright will shine,
Bringing hope, relieving pain . . .
For Love revealed is Life.

by Margaret McIsaac

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