Where is the Light?

by Keren Dibbens-Wyatt

 Here is the Light of the World

See it shine between parent and child in their teasing bedtime negotiations,

For stories and clean teeth.

Here is the Light of the World

Hear it ring out from this wrinkled face laughing at a memory, sprung from nowhere,

As surprised as you are.

Here is the Light of the World

Catch the aroma of it in a wilting bunch of violets, brought with tenderness back to the slum,

Rescued from the gutter.

Here is the Light of the World

Savour the taste of it in cheese and tomato rolls made bleary-eyed with ungrudging love,

A daily dawn devotion.

Here is the Light of the World

Feel it warm and loyal between our held hands as we await the results, seated on plastic chairs.

And whatever they are, in my staying.

Here is the Light of the World

Know the darkness has not overcome it.

© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015