Lights

I was thrown a gleam of light
And became a living soul.
I gave smiles and interludes
Of my direct distiction
This world could never behold.

But when the Lights
Begin to dim.
I tried with all my heart
To continue flashes of goodness
To a world I had to depart.

Then upon departure
I heard the Master say.
Even your Lights
Shalll live in memories
For your life led many my way.

by Cecelia Weir

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