Like acolytes of old <br />I tend the night lights our our home <br />Sometimes before the bed time hour of child <br />With subtle textures of light tailored to fit our space <br />Each nook and cranny of the place - <br />And off! , with irrelevance of bright morning light. <br />Almost no light in any Chapel or Cathedral space has caught me more <br />Than tending these lights of the new cathedrals of our hearts.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-lights/
