Above the nave, in gentle wind
the curtain opened just a chink.
Bright light, a narrow shaft, poured in.
It struck my eyes and made me blink.
That light changed me, my heart was warmed.
Although I still faced hate and sting
I gave back kindness, love and peace.
I saw God’s hand in everything.
The curtain’s bound. No hurricane
could ever force through its defence.
“We must not let a shaft of light
distract, disturb our reverence!”
There are a few who’ve felt that light.
A gentle soul, dissatisfied.
A lad who’s trying somewhere else.
A stressed out Dad whose light has died.
Each week I hope the curtain falls,
crumbling to dust. Light gets its way
and floods the nave so all are touched —
at least, that’s what I hope and pray!
Peter Dixon