The other night I began writing this poem, not even thinking about how tomorrow is Halloween. But as I wrote it, I was reminded of the darkness of this age and Christ's victory of sin. Halloween is such a demonic holiday (if I can call it that), and I hope you will reconsider your possible usual "festivities." As Christians, we do not want to have any part with the Devil. "For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ" (2 Corinthians 4:6).
The sun was a golden, yellow
ball,
Shining like Versailles,
shimmering hall,
Through tall mighty oaks it
shone
That all might know and be
known.
But some, on dark, cold
ground they stayed;
To not be seen, they hoped,
they prayed.
Working dark works behind
every log,
Always hoping for dark of
night or fog.
They tried to trap walkers
of the light,
And quickly many gave up the
fight.
So bright the sun, it hurt
their eyes,
They quickly turned to dark
and shadowy lies.
But that glorious,
bright-shining Son
Shone His showing light on
every one;
He knew their dark path and
sinful way,
For He had made them all
from His own clay.
And that great Son, in all
His splendor,
Had great love and mercy so
tender,
That on a mighty oak He had
made to grow,
He died Himself, His great
love to show.
Then rising from the dark of
the night,
The Son shone brighter than
all other light.
Many dark workers were saved
one by one
By the undefeatable work of
the Son.
~Elisabeth~
Picture by my sister Priscilla.
