When The Lights All Come Down

When Christmas is over once again, and when all of the sparkling, twinkling, winking, and welcoming lights are taken down and are sent back home to live out the rest of the year in their tidy box villages, I wonder what is left in the space that they inhabited for that one stretched-out month of celebration? Any light contributed to this world must leave a trace of its brightness, once it is snuffed out or turned off. Where does that brightness go; how far has it traveled, and what vehicles did it attach itself to?

Into the eyes that looked its way, it leapt, and started the journey down to hearts crammed full of concerns and to-do lists. There it took up residence, and brought with it tiny beams of hopeful colour - sparks that made the little child within us dance with delight and anticipation. As the ripples from those lights ventured on, they were sent back out into the world through eyes that were a little more positive from just having viewed them. Once shared, light never really goes out – It is turned into a sparkling transformer, and adds beauty to this world that is in so much need of reassurance. The brightest light of all shone out on the first Christmas day, so many years ago, and though we did not view that original light, we inherited the hopeful beams that traveled down the years, and revisits us again with every sparkling light that we contribute to this world.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a GOOD LIGHT!