Let’s Turn Off the Porch Light
Dappled brown moths
wooly as Grammy’s needlepoint
whirl around the bulb,
winged pilgrims desperate
for union with the Holy.
Little suns everywhere
lure us to the surface of things
where we burn for lack of shadows,
mistaking the blaze of want
for a larger love.
Laura Grace Weldon
Originally published in Shot Glass Journal. Find more poems in my collection, Tending.
Laura Grace Weldon 
Beautiful poem – how we are all drawn to the Light. in lak’ech, Debra
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Thanks Debra.
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Elegant. The luring and the simple self-command to switch off.
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Yes, to switch away from what lures us to the surface of things. Exactly.
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Excellent poem!
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