"Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven."
Watch the glimmering glow.
Light casts colors in courtly thrall,
Strains its lengthening limbs.
Pitch obscures our lamp.
Echoes emptying, etching self;
Talons veil visage of night.
Slope scales toward one or the other?
Flames of faith pierce pitch of fear;
Not quenched, not hidden - but fueled.
A light on a hill for all.
Thankful vessel humbly receives,
Humbleness freely gives.
Do you let your light from God shine on a hill, or cover it up in fear? If you let it shine, do you let it shine in humility, thus revealing the Father instead of you? I find it a constant battle with my pride!