–Like a kind of Christmas lights-
Tonight, silent at the window of my hill’s cabin,
I see sparkling lights on the dark and far horizon,
evidence of the human presence.
Oddly, they seem warming to me,
more than those of the day that is gone.
Suddenly, I realize that unlike sunny lights,
powerful and made by hidden an Almighty,
these ones are made and sent by companions.
Fallible human comrades like anyone of us,
even fallible but full capable of lightning darkness
and, on solitary and lost a night, encourage
and magnify so poor and alone a fellow’s soul.