small spark of light
was sent from on high
to illumine the night
till the day you die

with smallest of voice
to show you the way
when faced with a choice
in world of decay

it can lead you and me
as maître d'
with sight that can see
through wall, brick and tree

and if all the sparks
of light would combine
to shine through the dark
of your world and mine

like a small menorah
on window-ledge
shining its aura
on life's knife-edge

all light would break through
and show what is true
dissolving the lies
that obfuscate lives

if only we'd listen
to that voice on its mission
then commensurate
with effort first-rate

the world would shine
as never before
like candles in shrine
like the tales of yore