A breath, a breeze, a wave frozen
in time. A seagull sketched
above the horizon then erased. A
thought, a word. A memory
lingers
and fades.

Morning walk, the eye—
the lamp
of the body as Nature
speaks, distilling Deity. A trunk,
a twig. A nest rests
precariously.

In the woods,
beside the water, trees, steeples
Pointing up, rooted, built up
like lives overflowing
with praise, they stand.

At the Lighthouse, a lamp placed
on the table, reveals
a flickering flame. Even the wick’s
embers smoldering, glow,
as one life may light
the way for another.

Scripture references: Matthew 5:16, 6:22