Still Lit
A Haiku
Jesus said to him, “If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes. Immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears, “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!”
—Mark 9:23-24
Above: Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on!
Faith flits like a flame—
now dim, now bright; yet it stays
Lit. Somehow, always.
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With sincere gratitude,
Tom
Is it weird that I see the word "lit" and assumed your poem was going to be a sarcastic take on a Gen Z vocabuliary since they seem to love using "fire" and "lit" as synonyms for what old millennials like me would use the word "cool" for? At any rate, nice read. Haiku is underrated as a form.
This reminds me, tangentially, of a poem I was ruminating on that went basically: no light but in things lit And then I realized William Carlos Williams had already said this: "no ideas but in things"