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POEM
Light and lights

W. Clyde Tilley

When they before the Master stood
And marvelled at the sight
He’d given to one who’d been born blind,
Christ said, “I am the light.”

“You are the light,” He later said—
This selfsame Lord of men.
How can this be that He is light
And we are light again?

We’re like the moon that has no light
Unless the sun should send it.
We’re like the lamp that has no flame
Unless the fire should lend it.

It’s like a harbour, fogged and dark;
We’re “lights along the shore”
That shine to help the ship toward
The “Lighthouse evermore”!

W. Clyde Tilley is a poet from Seymour, Tenn.

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