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I wrote the poem Light in August 1978. A perfect literal image of light is shown in the photo on the left as rays stream through the windows of the dome of St. Peter's Cathedral in Rome. How appropriate it is that Spiritual light also fills that holy place. Spiritual light which illuminates all darkness and which no amount of darkness can extinguish!
Light
The people cry out
but no one listens.
They strike, but
the object is dead.
They search, only
nothing is there.
Then suddenly a light
appears from the
sobbings of their
loneliness, which
comforts unaided
and answers questions
not yet asked.
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