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October 2013, vol 8, no 3

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Ryan Jessup

A Light

sometimes I would fall deep into thought about life and a random light would appear in the distance untouchable and free telling me not to worry about the approaching fires that would always consume the day and everything in it and I wondered at times if the light truly held any answers if it was God speaking with a glow to my mind and heart or if it was a relative or friend passed on trying to comfort me in my questioning through a tower light or street light but I am no longer here I am there with the answers but the light continues here and even though still no one can say if it is God or the spirits of others no one can say that it is not

like two stars
the ceiling light reflected
in my child's eyes