May Light

Candy-pink roses blow in cool breeze.
Care-free birds dart in and out of hedges.
Someone mows his lawn in the distance.
Of all the May delights that confront me
As I sit here on stone garden bench,
It's setting-sun rays that get me most --
Light shines on forest floor.
Light plays on trunks of trees.
Light glints off rusting wire fence
A farmer put up long before we moved in.
But there's a thought much higher
Than enchanting light of earth --
It's something Christ Jesus once said:
"I am the light of the world:  he that
Followeth after me shall not walk in darkness,
But shall have the light of life."
                (John 8:12)
The beauty of this Light
Can never fade to black.
Its presence and its power
Followers of His can never lack.