A poem inspired by Emily Dickinson’s Tell All the Truth but Tell it Slant. In honor of the feast day of Saint Martin.
Bearer of Light
If you have been named a bearer of light,
Mind how you go about your sacred art.
A lantern held up to the eyes is too bright
Burning the sensitive sight of the heart.
But a torch lifted at a gentle height
Illumines the inner room and then brings
Clarity, as the dawn following night
Love conjuring from flame a pair of wings.
© ME VanMarter June 26, 2019