A
Ghazal for the Light
Walking
in the dawn, walking in the light,
The
Presence of God hiding in the light.
She
is alone, there’s no one left at home,
A
journal she’s rereading in the light.
A
cluster of trees swaying in the breeze,
Their
fresh leaves are glittering in the light.
Outside
in fresh snow a long time ago,
As a
kid he was playing in the light.
The
neighbor is gone the whole weekend long,
His
dog’s constantly barking in the light.
A
song that is new reminds me of you
And
the way you’d be smiling in the light.
My
friends have passed away and so today
I
will be recollecting in the light.
My
name is Jim, by a candle that’s dim,
At
night you’ll find me praying in the light.
2 comments:
Intriguing write. This gazal has a more vibrant interplay of man's social interplay "in the light" - tagging oneself, trees, snow, neighbour, friends, song. Enjoyable read.
Thanks, Leonard, for your kind comment. I am reading your latest collection of poems 'Searching For You', and enjoying it. Well done! I hope to review it soon.
Jim
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