What do I see,
in the stranger
the sky
the boss
the bride? 

What light shines from me
as I look for the
Truth? 

Distracted into rudeness
Clouds of nourishing water
Masks of confidence covering fear
The hope of all mankind in a dress

What lamp do I hold 
on my own heart’s
desire
faith
fear 
or 
hate? 

I suppose the answer is 
as simple as it seems to be –  
just another question:

From where does my lamp receive its light? 


*See Luke 11:34-36