By Phil Flott
I walked into the cold of the night
He had just lit a fire
Though those in the church didn’t know
The flames went only so high.
When looking at the skies I felt the warmth
And in the dark I saw the light,
Wondered how long it could burn
And lighten the night.
A fire whose cause to be was not its heat
But lighting up the dark of Saturday night
By lighting each one’s candles, and repeat
Until the cloud of darkness took to flight
And turned the night’s dark sight to bright white
A thing we knew would happen and expected
Because his light was what corrected.