JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

At some point

In our life

We align

 

Like iron filings

Or needles under glass

We align

 

For some it’s a moment

A second of aha

When standing on a hill

 

Or looking at the night

Or listening to the wind

Bring voices across the world

 

Others like candles of the night*

Turn to it each morning, and all day

Once a week when twin flames invoke the holy

 

Some name the light

As it passes through us,

Translate its flight to words

 

Words that reveal, words that conceal

Enlightened partly, they glow

Like beacons on a map of glass

 

Reflecting or deflecting

The light as it travels from soul

To soul, kindling us aware

 

That we are creatures born in light

Our filaments not always bright

Yet always there inside

 

 

Candle of the Night – A species of flower (Oxalis) that closes its petals at night