There is nothing fancy about the light,
a copper shade. A simple bulb.
It gets lost in the day, when the sun shines
brightly through the window. Barely noticed,
But at night, when the daylight has fled,
It seems, suddenly, bright.
About this poem
So many of the lights in our world get lost, until things grow dark. The light has not changed, we have. A poem about God. A poem about people who matter. A poem about love.