Light of the World
The songs were raucous and the music loud;
Death danced with death as lust devoured love;
The smoke hung heavy like a dead man's shroud
And hate filled passions ruled the rooms above.
With the dawn light came and the night folk fled;
All sick in soul, lust blushing, hiding fear,
The blind, the deaf and crippled walking dead
Sought shelt'ring darkness as your light drew near. But
one, awash with wine and stained by smoke,
Lingered. You smiled and he was touched by grace.
Past pleasures turned to dust, his cold heart broke
And he wept penance in that holy place.
Where e'er you pass the watchful always find
That you leave one new weeping friend behind.
©2000 George Ian Cullen
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