We are the Light Bearers,
we carry firelight in our bones,
our sinews resonate with its pulse, our blood dances
to its beat.
And we are Lights’ super-spreaders, yet hide
under a bushel, snuffing it out when
trouble comes, turning it down to
soften the blow.
Still, we are the Light Bearers, our crest emblazoned
with it, our eyes scorched by it. We can no longer see
without it, so gloriously dependent
upon its glow.
Shall we keep silent when the world plunges into darkness?
Will we set our Light in a bottle and hide it
under the mattress—or will we
set it free and firework the heavens?
For we are the Light Bearers,
carrying firelight in our bones,
our sinews resonating with the pulse of it, our blood dancing
to the beat of it.
(c)2020 Miriam E. Miles. All rights reserved.