The Sound of Light
“I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but
because by it I see everything else.” C.S. Lewis
When you get to the edge of the earth,
and the cutthroat mountains kill the last bit of sun on your skin,
and the clouds knock the reflection of stars from your eyes,
and the Darkness seems omnipresent,
you will wish to be Home again
waiting at this red light.
If you leave the Light behind you
how will you see in the Darkness?
You will wish for the tiny white lines
beating a pattern of light.
Lines you’ve crossed beforere-
painted each September
to reflect head lights, tail lights, and signal lights
moving travellers home from the highway.
You will wish for the brilliance
of the posted speed limit
its decrescendo slowing travellers into town .
You will miss the headlights,
that clearly beckon ahead,
and the tail lights illuminating the past
of each car before
each with their warning.
You will miss the spots of lamp lights
and streetlights that reach beyond the horizon
as you climb the hills leading to town
even though man made
even if red-
Illuminating and defining
This red is not a manacle, holding you prisoner.
Red is harmony, the tenor to green.
Red allows us to wait
before Safety opens her door again.
Do not crush the man-made lights of town,
because they play Sun.
They are reflections of it’s greatness
and this city on a hill will not be hid
You think that if you silence every red,
and steal away into the shadows
you can unveil the true nothingness of these lights
but even shadows come from Light.
And you can run to the edge of the Earth,
and close your eyes, and refuse the Light
but this midnight musical
does not need your ears
It will keep playing the sound of Light.