The First Day of Poetry
Submitted by Poets Who Blog
“Eight Lights”
eight lights
eight lights borne aloft on
wax and gold
a story of old
retold in candle and oil flame splendor
eight lights
seven days beyond the
life span of mundane oil
death delayed to give up offerings
of light
to burn bright
out of sight
Hashem is here
Hashem is near
eight lights
eight lights powered
by pellucid oil
to see miracles through
the fog of centuries, old crumpled scrolls
and transcriptions from jot and tittle to
pixel and electron love
words, sonic souls, carry our blood
through the air
through the fourth dimension
and we are here
and we are near
to Thee
eight lights
eight lights to jog memories
while the Shamash lights up the house
the memories rise up, in spades
curl around the brains of the eyes
who see the lights dancing in
our window
below in the snow
the glow and soul live on
memories
blood
hands linked
Hashem
in
eight
lights
by Nicole Nicholson from Raven’s Wing Poetry. To find details about her first chapbook, Raven Feathers, click here.
